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You and Your 
Friends 


MARY ROBSON McGILL 



Columbus, Ohio 

THE F. J. HEER PRINTING CO. 



















LIBRARY of CONGRESS 
Two Copies Received 


NOV 10 1908 


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Copyright 1906 by Mary Robson McGill 
















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DEDICATORY. 


To one to whom it were not given to wear the royal robes of 
learning nor stand as censor in the courts of culture, to one to 
whom the social canon, polished phrase or subtle sneer are all un¬ 
known, but one who could advance and stand before a throne, with 
childlike wonder but no servile fear, and in the rugged grandeur 
of his soul and great nobility of nature meet recognition due a 
gentleman, this bock is dedicated. This one, my father. 

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PREFATORY INTRODUCTION. 



ERY book contains one or more of these ingredi¬ 
ents in its composition: that which is dull; that 
which is pleasing; that which is entertaining; that 
which is intellectually profitable; that which is in¬ 


structive. 

If it consist of the first alone, or as a predominant quality, 
the sympathies of the considerate go out to the foredoomed 
reader. Whether the remaining ingredients appear singly, in 
pairs, or as a whole, it matters not; the book is worth while. 

There is nothing more entertaining in a book than the men¬ 
tal and verbal pictures of a community of contemporaneous peo¬ 
ple, engaged in the activities of life which go to make up civili¬ 
zation, as drawn upon the pages reflecting their daily hopes, as¬ 
pirations, ambitions, struggles, triumphs, philosophies and philo¬ 
sophic intellectualities. These pictures are pleasing and enter¬ 
taining to their contemporaries who know and appreciate the 
originals. To the intelligent student of life a generation or 
more hence they will not only furnish pleasurable entertainment 
but profitable instruction, since they will bring him face to face 
with actual human beings in the midst of the hurly-burly of life’s 
activities. They will hold up to him the mirrored image of that 
which and those whom have passed beyond material ken down 
the receding vista of Time — a faithful reflex of the To-day of 
Hope to These; the Yesterday of Achievement to Those. 


William Alexander Taylor. 



AUTHOR’S INTRODUCTION. 


“All these things I myself saw.”—Virgil 

N PRESENTING to the public in book form se¬ 
lections from my newspaper writings, comprising 
interviews, slight character sketches, special news 
stories, descriptions and bits of verse, I have sim¬ 
ply reproduced that which men of critical capacity, 
in determining what should be submitted to the public, have pub¬ 
lished in leading newspapers of Columbus and other cities, save 
in comparatively rare instances specified unpublished. These ex¬ 
ceptions have also been read by editors of experience. 

No one’s name has been introduced concerning whom I had 
not written prior to the conception of this book. I make this 
statement in justice to the hundreds whose names -appear herein 
and in consideration of hosts of interesting and lovable people 
whom I did not chance to interview or portray in any story prior 
to the close of the period in the plan of this book. 

My chief aim has been to hold crystalized the atmosphere 
of interest that enveloped those whom I met professionally in the 
first seven years of my work, beginning in Eighteen Hundred 
Ninety-Seven and extending through Nineteen Hundred Four — 
a period replete with the events that marked the close of the last 
and the beginning of the present century. 

'These events included the Sinking of the Maine; War be¬ 
tween United States and Spain; Dewey at Manila; Surrender 
of Spanish Army; War in the Philippines; British-Boer War; 
the assassination of the President of the United States, and the 
acquisition of island territory that changed existing conditions 
on several continents as materially as the Louisiana Purchase, 
the centennial celebration of which took place in this same period. 

In these pages is found not the history of these extraord¬ 
inary years, but the record of what men and women said and 
did in the critical times when they shaped to new conditions as 
water shapes to ships. Not alone in that which called for serious 
thought are they portrayed, but in the lighter hours when di¬ 
versions, projects, ambitions and achievements claimed attention. 

No claim to historical adequacy or biographical finality is 
made for this publication. Save in the story of “Former 
Mayors,” I have avoided biographical matter. However, in¬ 
terviews and sketches arranged as nearly as possible in chrono- 



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AUTHOR’S INTRODUCTION. 


Vll 


logical order in a sense form a continuous narrative concerning 
interesting individuals and incidents extraordinary. 

Believing it impossible to change that which was written 
for special features without changing the atmosphere too greatly, 
I have not attempted to adjust the characters delineated to fit 
the places they occupy today. They may have gone up or down 
in the political, professional or social scale, but as I saw them 
in the years that have vanished they appear in these pages. 

If “You and Your Friends” are disappointed with results 
do as I did — blame the editors, who “always left out the very 
best part.” 

It is thought this book occupies an unique field, as none is 
known of like design where the opportunity for variation in 
scenes and themes of more than passing interest was so pro¬ 
nounced. While it has a local atmosphere, men of state and 
national reputation and citizens of the world talk from it; among 
these are Gen. Joe Wheeler, Robert Ingersoll, Gen. Fitz Hugh 
Lee, Melba, David Francis, and W. J. Bryan. 

Much of my verse appears in this book in compliance-with 
the wishes of friends who desire to preserve that which claimed 
their attention in different newspapers from time to time; prin¬ 
cipally such verse as “The Apron String”, published in the Co¬ 
lumbus Press and New York Times upon the occasion of Ad¬ 
miral Dewey’s visit to Columbus; “I Am So Tired”, suggested 
by the words of President McKinley in the last week of his 
life, appearing in the Columbus Dispatch the Sunday following 
his death; “Ohio’s Men" written for “Ohio Day" at the Louisi¬ 
ana Exposition and used in St. Louis and Cincinnati newspapers, 
and the "Hoc Hocking Hills" published in the Ohio State Journal 
date unknown. Similar requests regarding stories of “Mining 
Life,” “Foreign Villages in Ohio," “Life on the Levee,” “A 
Working Girl in Columbus” could not be granted, as these 
stories form a book. 

For another reason I could not comply with the wishes of 
a number of Governor Pattison’s friends, and include in this 
publication an interview with him during his last illness; as 
this talk, secured for the Cincinnati Commercial Tribune—the 
only one given a newspaper representative for publication while 
he was Governor of Ohio — would form an anachronism, as it 
took place two years after the time covered. 

With some whom I met it was “Hail and Farewell," others 
are still on my “staff” and it is with a feeling of deep apprecia¬ 
tion I recall that the best thought of the best minds enriches my 
stories. But it is said that good wine asserts itself, if not in 
the drinking, after it is down, so let the book assert itself. 

Mary Robson McGill. 








ACKNOWLEDGMENT. 


The author gratefully acknowledges obligations to Mr. J. K. 
Mercer, the “Columbus Evening Dispatch,” the “Columbus Cit¬ 
izen” and the “Ohio State Journal " 1 for many “cuts” used in 
illustration, also to the friends whose interest has been a source 
of encouragement under many difficulties, for this book has been 
an experiment, and, like most experiments, a costly one. Only 
the boundless patience of those having it in charge could have 
accomplished what in the beginning seemed comparatively easy. 


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EDITORIAL COMMENT 


THEIR FIRST DOLLAR. 

Among the large number of special features 
that will appear in The Sunday Press tomor¬ 
row one of extraordinary interest profusely 
illustrated will appeal to central Ohio readers. 
During the past week many of the most promi¬ 
nent citizens of Columbus have “been brought 
up standing” by the inquiry propounded by 
The Press, “How did you earn your first dol¬ 
lar?” 

The answers are not only amusing but in¬ 
structive. They are some thirty in number 
from gentlemen in every walk of life, com¬ 
monly described “as well-to-do,” clergymen, 
lawyers, judges, physicians, politicians, bank¬ 
ers, educators, manufacturers and merchants. 
No better account of the early struggles and 
privations out of which grew the fortunes and 
personal eminence of the successful men of 
today could be given than that afforded by 
this series of interviews in which these gentle¬ 
men answer the query of The Press in their 
their own words. The general public will 
recognize their names at a glance and will 
later perceive that a strong and profitable 
moral underlies the relation of each individual 
effort to obtain “the first dollar.” 

The article proves conclusively that the pres¬ 
ent prosperity of Columbus is due to the self- 
reliance, integrity and judicious economy of 
her successful citizens. A fact which the 
youth of today may wisely take into serious 
consideration. 


CIGAR FACTORY GIRLS 

Mary Robson will describe a visit among 
working girls in a Columbus cigar factory, 
from which she obtained some very interest¬ 
ing impressions of the condition of working 
girls in general in this city and the subject 
of this article in particular.— Press. 


IN THE NAME OF HUMANITY. 

“In the Name of Humanity” will be the 
title of an article by Mary Robson descriptive 
of a day spent with the attorney and humane 
officer of the city. It will tell in a graphic 
manner the daily routine of those who are in¬ 
terested in the prevention and punishment of 
cruelty of all kinds.— Press. 

SUPREME COURT. 

“The full page devoted to gossip about the 
Supreme Court of Ohio and the men who 
compose it, by Mary McGill, with the illustra¬ 
tions sketched from life by The State Jour¬ 
nal’s own artist, was filled with interesting 
facts about the highest court in the state and 
was a graphic pen picture of the manner in 
which the court works.” 


REPRESENTATIVE WOMEN. 

The views of the representative women of 
the state on the Parker bill proposing to regu¬ 
late marriage have been often surmised since 
the subject was first presented, but yesterday 
the State Journal was able to publish a sympo-' 
sium of opinion from the first women of Co¬ 
lumbus that answered the question fully and 
in an intensely interesting manner. It was 
the first public expression from some of the 
women who mould public opinion and demon¬ 
strated how clearly and cogently the women 
of today think on great social questions and 
how clearly and pointedly they express them¬ 
selves. 

Mary Robson has been interviewing many 
members of the Fourteenth Regiment, touch¬ 
ing upon their readiness for war. The result 
of her interviews will appear tomorrow, in¬ 
cluding the views of Col. Coit, Rev. Dr. Moore 
and a large number of officers and privates.— 
Press. 


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EDITORIAL COMMENT. 


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FAVORITE DIVERSIONS. 

“Mary McGill’s interesting interviews with 
representative citizens on the question of their 
favorite diversions was both timely and read¬ 
able at a season when outdoor life is begin¬ 
ning to present its attractions and gave an 
interesting insight into the recreations of Co¬ 
lumbus people.”— State Journal. 


MEALS AT CAMP BUSHNELL. 

‘‘In an article touching upon the humorous 
as well as the serious side of camp life, Mary 
Robson will describe ‘Meals at Camp Bush- 
nell,’ showing how all social lines are elimi¬ 
nated in the daily associations of this tented 
city.”— Press. 


SHALL WE KEEP THE PHILIPPINES? 


The live problem of the proper policy of 
the United States toward the Philippines was 
discussed in an exclusive interview with Hon 
Charles Denby, whose fourteen years as 


United States minister to China made his 
opinion on the eastern question authoritative, 
was supplemented with interesting interviews 
on this same subject secured by Mary McGill. 
—State Journal. 


COLD WELCOME AT THE STATE 
HOUSE. 

The story, “Cold Welcome at the State 
Ho^use,” published in last Sunday’s Journal, 
caused some discussion of the question in¬ 
volved who shall decide if the people, driven 
to hard, incessant toil for six days of each 
week, shall be permitted to see the treasures 
of books and relics in the State House on 
Sunday. 

These discussions and the great interest 
manifested in the subject were such that a 
number of Columbus citizens of various vo¬ 
cations were asked to voice their views of 
it. The inquiries were made without discrimi¬ 
nation in a political sense and the replies tell 
their story. — Extract from Story “People De¬ 
mand Admittance to the State House.” 

The story was followed by a series of inter¬ 


views in which the will of the people was ex¬ 
pressed under heads, “Public Sentiment De¬ 
mands an Open Capitol,” “Statesmen Declare 
the State House Should be Open,” etc. 


RELIC ROOM AND LIBRARY. 

“The State Journal agitation on the subject 
of opening the relic room and State Library 
to visitors on Sunday has been successful. 
Too much praise can hardly be given to Sena¬ 
tor Harding and his energetic combat with 
prejudice in this case. In a town which is 
kept wide open under Democratic administra¬ 
tion it is incredible that there should be oppo¬ 
sition to opening places of real interest to the 
people of the state. A little experience will 
show that the new move is one in behalf of 
good order and morality.” 





IS IT “MANQUEE?.” 


I have danced on the crest of your favor, 

I have quaffed of the wine of your praise, 
I have tasted your life’s sweetest flavor, 

And you’ve thrown me a chaplet of bays; 
But ’twas cheapened before you had tossed it, 
So I flung it back with disdain. — 

And the world said of course that I lost it, 
While “Manquee,” was tacked to my name. 

For I studied your lights and your shadows. 

I sounded the hearts of your men.— 

Then I threw and lost on your dice board — 

* 

I may throw — and lose again; 

For you say I must be like your women, 
Restraining my heart with fine tact,— 

But I find I am far too human — 

I must live where the heart can act.— 

For in some way great nature gave wildness 
That fits with the haunts I once knew, 
Till I tire of your unchanging mildness 
And barbarian like, fret you.— 

Yes, the strain of my wild blood still lingers. 
And it cannot be trained to flow 
From the heart to the tips of the fingers 
In a stream that is calm and slow. 

And altho I may seem to be quiet, 

There is still the electric flame — 

That rushes along in mad riot — 

From the heart to the folds of the brain.— 
You meant to be kind to one who was strange 
To your world and the haunts of men, 
But a wild heart caged will long for a change, 
And seek its old freedom again. 

So I turn to the real from the seeming 
To the ways that are simple and true, 

For the clink of your gold and its gleaming 
Hath no power great unrest to subdue. 

Yes, it’s back to the tall tree shadows — 

And my nights alone with the stars, 

For your city has crippled my soul wings. 

It has held me in prison bars. 

—Mary Robson McGill. 


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THE FIRST DOLLAR EARNED BY 
REPRESENTATIVE CITIZENS. 


“How did you earn your first dollar?” 

They were all boys for a little while — 
these well-to-do men of to-day — as my ques¬ 
tion caused their thoughts to go drifting back 
to a time closely allied to that of the first 
trousers, the first pair of red-topped boots, 
the first suspenders in which chubby hands 
took a “hitch,” or the first header down a 
hill followed by the admiring yells of boyish 
friends. 

They are successful men now, many of 
them occupying high places, and the world 
acknowledges what supremacy they have at¬ 
tained, but they turned away from the rush 
and push and scramble of life and all things 
that demanded their time and attention to re¬ 
call the day in which they seemed to take such 
:a stride toward manhood, the hour that 



•crowned their young lives, the moment in 
which the fruition of youthful ambition was 
attained, in the hour which saw each rewarded 
with the first product of juvenile toil — the 
first dollar. Never having been a boy you 


may think that I am not authority on this 
subject, but my hypothesis is Pased upon the 
manner in which the representative men of 
Columbus answered the question, "How did 
you earn your first dollar?” 



JUDGE EVANS SOLD HICKORY NUTS. 


Let me tell you in their own words what it 
meant to them: 

JUDGES IN EMBRYO. 

Judge Badger, with courtly grace, came 
down from the bench to talk of his boyhood 
days. Said he: “A dollar was a great big 
thing to me in those days, and I never re¬ 
member receiving that amount for any par¬ 
ticular work, but I used to stack straw behind 
a threshing machine for twenty-five cents per 
day, and carried water to harvest hands for 
the same sum. I worked for Squire David 
Haskell, who was quite a politician and well 
remembered by many Columbus people. Tt is 
most interesting to recall one’s first effort in 
the line of making money for oneself.” 

Through Judge Badger’s courtesy I was 
enabled to see Judge Evans, who answered: 


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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


boys used to go out after a rain or frost and 
“I never received the first money I earned, but 
the first that I did get was selling hickory 
nuts. I was brought up on a farm and we 



JUDGE BIGGER LUGGED A SURVEYOR’S CHAIN. 

many times we would gather a bushell at a 
time. But what always bothered me was the 
money I did not get. I raised a pig and sold 
it for six dollars and was not paid for it. 



“Then you did not earn it,” hazarded Judge 
Badger. 

“Yes I did,” stoutly persisted the other. 
Then he called to another man: “Come on 


in. Here’s a woman who wishes to see the 
greatest rogue that ever entered the Criminal 
C our t—so we have been waiting for you.” 

The words were addressed to Judge Bigger. 
“Now stand up here like a little man and give 
us your record.” 

Thus admonished Judge Bigger said his 
first attempt to earn money was carrying a 
chain for a surveyor. “And I felt big, I tell 
you,” he said. 

“Bigger than you have felt since?" 

“Yes; and if you want my name, bad grain- 



judge Pugh entered and gave the simple, di¬ 
rect reply: “As a private soldier in the Union 
army.” There was no need to say more. His 
work has been told in song and story for many 
years, but in the conversation that followed 
I learned that he enlisted in 1861, at the early 
age of sixteen, and the first money that he 
ever received was the $13 paid to the private 
in the ranks. It is not given to many to 
count their first money along with a nation’s 
gratitude. 

Then came reminiscences of army life and 
stories of boyish pranks. The scene was one 
not to be forgotten. Judge Badger leanedi 







YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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against the window sill, Judge Pugh tilted his 
chair back at a greater angle, Judge Bigger 
sat on the table and swung his feet like a 
school girl, and Judge Evans chewed wax and 
shifted his position every five seconds. Tell 
you of their talk? Might as well try to serve 
champagne after it has stood open several 
days. Flashing wit, sparkling repartee and 
gay laughter prevailed, while for half an hour 
I listened and forgot that they were dignified 
autocrats of the bench. 

GEN. BEATTY’S EARLY STRUGGLES. 

General Beatty answered: “My first venture 
after a dollar was hoeing corn for which I 
received seventy-five cents per day. I was 
talking with a friend not long ago who told 
me that he worked for $15 per month. I told 
hihi I could beat that, as I had worked on a 
farm for $10 per month. A young man who 
occupied the same seat in the car with us 
seemed much amused by our conversation and 
laughingly remarked that he would not think 
of accepting less than $5 per week as salary. 
But times have changed and the young people 
of today are different from the boys and girls 
of our time. One would not think of offend¬ 
ing the dignity of our young ladies and gentle¬ 
men by offering them the same compensation 
for work that we received and considered our¬ 
selves well paid.” 

And General Beatty told of many of his 
friends who had achieved fame and fortune 
beginning at the very lowest rung of the lad¬ 
der. 

BREWER AND BANKER. 

Mr. Conrad Born said: “I worked at an 
early age for a contractor who was building 
a house for my father on a farm about three 
miles from Columbus. I was to be paid thitry- 
five cents per day for watering brick. I car¬ 
ried all the water and worked pretty hard. 
My father did not know of my contract with 
the contractor, but when all accounts were in, 
he had to pay me, for the other man left 
without doing so.” 

Said Mr. Howard Park: 

“I earned my first money dropping corn and 
remember how delighted I was when paid, for 
I received three shining ten cent pieces instead 
of the “shin plasters” which were then in use. 
That silver money was treasured for many a 
year. I don’t remember just what I eventu¬ 
ally did with it, but I shall never forget the 
pleasure it afforded me. Dropping corn in 
those days differed greatly from the present 


method in the amount of time required. It 
was very tedious. I carried a bucket of corn 
and dropped it one grain at a time, while a 
man followed me to cover it, but I was re¬ 
paid for all my work by those silver pieces. 
They were so rare then”; and he glanced with 
a sigh at the stacks of silver and notes before 
him, while the boyish expression which had 
been on his face faded as he came back to 
the present with its crowding cares. 



MR. BORN WATERED BRICK. 

TOMPKINS THE GARDENER — LAZ¬ 
ARUS THE NEWSBOY. 

Hon. Emmet Tompkins was quite busy 
but left the men with whom he was engaged, 
and a look of care vanished as he replied to 
my question: 

“Really, I don’t remember — oh, yes, I do; 
I earned my first dollar working in a garden 
in McConville, and now that the remembrance 
of it comes back to me, it recalls as happy 
days as I ever passed.” 

Mr Ralph Lazarus made the instant re¬ 
sponse : “My first dollar was earned by selling 
newspapers from the old stand on East State 
street. I used to go after the papers about 
4:30 o’clock, and when the weather was bad 
you can imagine how unpleasant it was stand¬ 
ing around an old basement long before day¬ 
light. It was hard work, but I am very proud 
of having earned my first dollar as a news¬ 
boy.” Lost in the recollections of the past, 


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he seemed not to see the crowds of men and 
women about him, but in imagination was 
once more a boy. The thought of a great, 



big stack of dollars might bring a more ex¬ 
ultant look, but never one more tender than 
that which was aroused by the recollection of 



how he earned his first money. I left him 
with the shadow of the past still upon his 
face. 


MR. BASSELL TOOK CASTOR OIL. 

Such ready command of words as is pos¬ 
sessed by the manager of the Chittenden! It 
was like touching the button of an electric bell 
for I remember saying, “Mr. Bassell, good 
morning,” or something like that, and in a 
moment he was saying, “Taking a dose of 
castor oil.” 

“Taking a dose of castor oil?” I gasped, in 
bewilderment. 

“Yes,” said he, “didn’t you ask me how I 
earned my first dollar?” 

You see he answered me so quickly that 1 
hardly realized having made the Inquiry. 

“It may seem like a jest,” he continued, 



“but I assure you that it is not. I earned 
my first dollar as I have told you. My father 
was a generous man who disliked a scene, and 
I was a willful little cuss who absolutely de¬ 
clined to take the medicine that in those days 
was considered a universal panacea for all 
the ills to which flesh is heir. So, as I was 
supposed to need a dose of that cure-all, father 
called me to him and said: ‘Jack, if you will 
take your medicine, I will give you a gold 
dollar.’ Of course, with that incentive I swal¬ 
lowed the nauseous, horrible dose; but the 
next time that dreadful bottle was brought 
out 1 struck for higher wages, and asked for 
a two-dollar and a half gold piece. Even to 

















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5 


this my father acceded, but when I, with an 
eye to business, demanded five dollars before 
I would consent to take the third dose, my 
father lost patience, called in old black Ann, 
the cook, and the two, holding me, forced that 
abominable drug down my throat without any 
attempt to disguise its disagreeable properties, 
as was the case when I took it without a row. 
Smarting under the indignity, my face cov¬ 
ered with the oil, and remembering how I 
might have made considerable money had I 
been content to let well enough alone, I then 
at the age cff six decided that strikes were in¬ 
efficient as a means of settling wage disputes, 
for I never was paid a cent for taking oil after 
that day. Whenever it was deemed necessary 
I had to march up and swallow it or be held 
by black Ann”; and Mr. Bassell made a wry 
face as he continued, “I never see even an 
empty bottle which has held castor oil without 
seeming to taste it. But I made some money, 
anyway. My misfortune was that I did not 
know when I had struck the happy medium. 
I wanted the whole thing.” 



PIG DOCTOR TAYLOR. 

Col. E. L. Taylor said: “The nearest that 
I can recollect, the first dollar I ever earned 
was two dollars. One day my father and I 
were walking about the farm and came across 
a sick pig. He told me that if I would take 
the pig and cure it I could have it. I caught 
it, carried it to the house, washed it with soap 
and water, fed it some warm wilk, and in time 
it recovered, and became a fine hog. I sold it 
for two dollars, and had become so attached 
to it that the money did not afford as much 
pleasure as it otherwise would have done; 


but I have never forgotten the pig which 
brought me my first money.” Taking up his 
hat and cane, he walked down stairs, still 
talking of his love for the pig. 

Said Mr. F. W. Prentiss: “My first work 
was pulling weeds for my father, out at the 
corner of Broad and Ninth streets, where ex- 
Congressntan Outhwaite lives now. But the 
first money I earned in regular employment 
was as messenger boy for P. W. Huntington’s 
bank. But I rather deprecate this seeming 
display of one’s private life in the papers. 



Still, I recognize that it is a mere matter of 
business, and should be so treated.” Just 
then a messenger boy entered and handed Mr. 
Prentiss a telegram. Excusing himself, he 
read it, then turned to the boy and said: 
“Won’t you please call your office up and get 
the signature to this again? I don’t think 
it is correct, I don’t recognize it.” 

There they were, banker and messenger boy. 
One had been what the other was, and I 
wondered if the messenger boy of other days 
had always been accorded as much courtesy 
as he bestowed upon the boy of today. 

HEFFNER’S COWS AND GEMUEN- 
DER’S SCRAP IRON. 

With a gay laugh, Mr. A. D. Heffner said: 
“You wish to take me back to the long ago, 
but one can always remember how he earned 
his first money. It is vividly impressed upon 
my mind, for I earned my first dollar driving 






YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


6 

cows to pasture. I am glad you suggested the 
train of thought which that memory brings.” 

Mr. Martin A. Gemuender smiled, placed 
his hand over his brow in the attitude of 
thought, and said in a musing tone: '‘That’s 
a rather hard thing to remember, but my ear¬ 
liest recollection of earning money was by 
picking up scrap iron and selling it, just as 
boys do in this day. How that takes one back 
to other days! I have not thought of it for 
a long time. I am glad you recalled it for 
me.” 



Mr. David C. Beggs said. “I don’t care to 
talk for publication. If it is in the line of 
advertising it is all right to make a display. 
I like to interest the public in my goods, but 
when it comes to anything personal, leave me 
out, for I am not interesting.” 

‘‘Will you permit others to judge of that? 
Knowing something of the difficulties that 
beset the beginning of life for our successful 
men may inspire some struggling young man 
or woman to renewed effort.” 

“Well, that presents the matter in a different 
light. I earned my first money clerking in 
a grocery store here in Columbus. I received 
one dollar per week for it, and the stores did 
not close then until nine or ten in the even¬ 
ing.” 

Mr. Beggs then talked very entertainingly 
of the advantages the young people of today 
have over their predecessors. 


DOCTOR LOVING AND BANKER 
PRENTISS. 

Dr. Starling Loving’s office suggested the 
scholar at first glance. Books everywhere. 
They lined the walls, covered the desks and 
were scattered about the floor. 

“I rode seventy miles to take a message, 
and in that manner earned my first money,” 
responded the doctor. 

“Was it an important message?” 

“I suppose it was so considered, for I was 
employed as confidential messenger, although 
I was only about fourteen years old, and it 
was quite a distance for a boy of that age.” 

“Between what two places did you make 
the ride, Doctor?” 

“Is that essential?” 



MR. GEMUENDER PICKED UP SCRAP IRON. 


“Not essential, but interesting.” 

“Well, it was between Russellville and Rum- 
sey, in Kentucky.” 

“Did you meet with any adventures?” 

“No; not anything of importance.” 

My attention was attracted by the picture 
of a dog. “That,” said he, “is Major Bunch, 
a friend of the family.” Picking up another 
picture, he handed it to me with the remark, 
“I suppose you have seen this, as everyone in 
Columbus has no doubt seen the original.” It 
was a photo of the late Judge Thurman and 
his grandchild. The pictures gave a turn to 
the conversation, and in a few minutes I was 

























YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 



listening to a discourse that made me forget 
to ask anything farther about the ride. 

MR. HARDY WENT TO MARKET. 

“Some of us would have to go back a num¬ 
ber of years to recall that,” was Mr. George 
Hardy's reply, “but I have a very vivid recol¬ 
lection of going to market for my father. I 
went three times a week and was given five 
•cents for each trip. I saved the money until 
I had accumulated $20, and felt richer than 
I ever have since. I used to hunt up old 
papers and scrap iron to sell, and in many 
ways added to my savings. Some of the 
young people of today have not the most re¬ 
mote idea of the innumerable hardships and 
difficulties endured by their fathers while earn¬ 
ing the wealth which they throw away. Some¬ 
times I think it is a misfortune for a young 
man or woman to have wealthy parents. They 
are necessarily deprived of the best chances 


MR. HARDY TACKLED THE MARKETS. 

for the development of self-reliance and en¬ 
durance, and are not so well fitted to grapple 
with the realities of life. I think people who 
are just beginning to depend upon their own 
exertions should have the lesson of economy 
impressed upon their minds, and when luck 
•comes their way, grasp it.” 

“Then you believe in the happy philosophy 
of accident?” 

“Most assuredly I do”; and Mr. Hardy told 
of numerous incidents where it had been an 
important factor in his life. 


MR. LENTZ MADE BRICKS, BUT NOT 
THE GOLD KIND. 

“My first dollar? I’ll swear I can’t remem¬ 
ber,” said Hon. John J. Lentz thoughtfully. 
And then, with a ray of intelligence darting 
across his countenance—“‘Yes, now I think of 
it; I earned it “hacking” brick. I was to re¬ 
ceive $1.50 per day, but employed my brother 
and paid him out of the proceeds.” 

Mr. Lent? is as familiar today as he was 
in early youth with the processes of brick¬ 


MR. LENTZ “hacking” BRICK. 

making, but it is understood that he has al¬ 
ways avoided gold bricks, for reasons not 
necessary to mention. 

MR. STEWART ON TWENTY-FIVE 
CENTS A WEEK. 

Mr. E. K. Stewart excused himself for a 
moment to talk with a man who had just 
entered his office, but the one moment ex¬ 
tended into many without seeming tiresome, 
for I witnessed a little scene in which Mr. 
Stewart was compelled to be one of the prin¬ 
cipal actors, and gave an exhibition of mar¬ 
velous self-control under very trying circum- 











8 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


stances. Subjected to an annoyance that 
would have caused most men and women to 
betray just indignation, his face retained its 
pleasant look, his manner remained courteous, 
his voice never lost its even calm while he 
discussed the matter and gave his opinion 
of certain men and measures. Then he 
turned with a laugh that was meant to dis¬ 
miss the whole disagreeable subject. 

“Whew!” he ejaculated, as I stated my 
business. “Newspaper! Now, see here; don’t 
you write up this little incident, for I don’t 



JUDGE HAGERTY CAUGHT MUSKRATS. 


care to be quoted on that subject, but I’ll 
answer your question with pleasure. I took 
care of a horse for twenty-five cents a week, 
and worked in an office at the same time for 
the same amount, so I worked two weeks for 
my first dollar, yet considered myself well 
paid. It is curious that I have ne^er thought 
of it since then, and yet it must have made a 
very vivid impression upon my mind or I 
could not now recall it with such infinite satis¬ 
faction. How many years has it been? Let 
me see — but if I go to counting up you’ll 
know how old I am.” 

And from this he drifted into deep waters, 
and gave some abstract theories as to how to 
judge of a woman’s age. He clearly proved 
that in common with most men, he could not 
grapple with such an abtruse problem with 
any hope of mastering it. 

“A woman employed me to drive her cow 


to and from pasture, and paid me twenty 
cents per month for it,” was the reply of Dr. 
Frank Warner. “Twice a day I went a long. 



LIBRARIAN GALBREATH CHURNS BUTTER. 


distance for the cow, drove it to town, waited 
until she was milked, and then returned her 



to the pasture. Quite a lot of work, but pay¬ 
day was a great time for me then. I had 
money for all my needs, and some to spare.” 
“How old were you?” 




































YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


9 


“Just old enough to drive a cow, ’ and 
suave, polished Dr. Wagner laughed hilar¬ 
iously at the remembrance. 

Mr. E. L. Hinman said: “I was brought 
up on a farm, and never was paid for any 
work until I entered a country store as a 
clerk. There I received $75 per year and my 
board, so that is as near as I can answer your 
question.” There was little resemblance be¬ 
tween the man who sat at his desk and the 
picture one mentally forms of an awkward 
country boy just starting out in life for him¬ 
self, but Mr. Hinman did not seem to realize 
that he had made such great strides away 
from that time. 

JUDGE HAGERTY’S MUSKRATS. 

I found Judge L. D. Hagerty on his knees. 
He wasn’t praying, nor, like some eastern 
devotee, worshipping at a shrine, neither was 
he rehearsing for private theatricals. Nothing 
half so romantic. His posture was anything 
but graceful, as though he had not had much 
practice in that line. He had left his keys 
in his desk, and had to send for assistance in 
removing the lock. Then, just like a man, he 
proceeded to get in the way seeming to 
think that he was rendering valuable aid. 
Rising from his uncomfortable position, he 
told me all about the trouble, just as though 
it was an unusual thing for a man to be 
thoughtless. 

“Do I remember how I earned my first 
dollar? Of course I do,” and through all the 
room reverberated such a wholesouled, ring¬ 
ing laugh as would echo through the hushes 
of an empty heart and fill a sad day with 
gladness. Thrice blessed was the man who 
laughed, for in a moment the workman and 
myself had caught the contagious mirth, and 
the funniest thing of all was we didn’t know 
why we were laughing. The judge soon ex¬ 
plained the cause of his gayety. “I earned it 
catching muskrats on the raging Ohio canal,” 
he said. “I used to catch them and sell their 
skins and the first dollar the muskrats brought 
me is still invested.” By this time the desk 
was opened, and a half dollar was handed out 
for a few moment’s work. It was surely 
earned more pleasantly and easily than that 
of which we had just been told. 

DR. BALDWIN’S OLD-TIME SCHOOL. 

“The Lord only knows — I don’t,” was the 
reply of Dr. Baldwin. 

“Can’t you recall that which leaves such a 


vivid impression upon the minds of most 
men ?” 

“No; I can’t.” 

“Well, try to remember it. Try to make 
your memory serve you.” 

"I haven’t a hook upon which to hang a 
memory.” 

“Did you never do anything prior to your 
professional life? Did you never do any work 
aside from the practice of medicine?” 

“Work? Yes, I did considerable work for 
which I never received any pay, and I am 
confident that I earned many a dollar before 
I began teaching, but it was in that line I 
received my first remuneration.” 

“Where did you teach your first school?” 

“In Montgomery county, in what is now a 
suburb of Dayton.” 

“Did you teach a summer or winter term 
of school?” 

“Winter.” 

“How old were you then ?” 

“About sixteen.” 

“Had you finished your education at that 
age?” 

“By no means. Why do you ask?” 

“Because you felt competent to teach, or 
surely you would not have been teaching.” 

“Yes, but I only taught during vacation, 
and the remainder of the year I was a student 
in Oberlin college.” 

“That’s strange. You just told me you 
taught a winter term.” 

“So I did.” 

“Please explain.” 

“We were given a vacation of three months 
during the winter in order that the students 
might have that time for teaching.” 

“Oh !” It was information I was getting. 
"As teaching a district school is not difficult, 
you earned your first money very easily, didn’t 
you ?” 

“Did I? Well, I am sure the teachers of 
today would not think so. Why, half my pu¬ 
pils were older than myself, and others were 
in their a-b abs. Nowadays teachers have but 
little to do with the discipline, for they have- 
a principal, a superintendent and the board of 
education back of them.” By this time the 
doctor had settled back in his chair in an 
easy, comfortable position, and for more than 
an hour talked on various subjects, women in 
medicine, photos and photography, science, art, 
literature, people, social problems,.such as the 
displacement of men by machinery, the news¬ 
paper as a factor, and all this with a touch 
and go and brilliancy that was remarkable.. 


10 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


Seen in the midst of different members of his 
family the chill, professional manner vanished, 
and even his hands, with their nerves of steel, 
underwent a change. As they toyed with the 
curls of a child or the electric light globe and 
various trifles, it was difficult to imagine that 
they were the same that could cut so cruelly, 
even to be kind. 

GOV. BUSHNELL AS A CLERK. 

Governor Bushnell’s well-known smile van¬ 
ished and was replaced by a meditative frown 



;as he said musingly, “Let me see. The first 
money I remember earning was $5 per month 
for clerking in a store in Springfield.” 

“Grocery or dry goods store?” 

“Sort of a general one, comprising both, but 
vastly different from those we have here. 
Prior to that time I must surely have earned 
some money at various things, as all boys do, 
and if I had a little time to think could recall 
it definitely; but you see how it is” — with 
a glance at the numerous people waiting to 
see him — “and I have to take a tram in fifteen 
minutes.” 

NEWSBOY, COW DRIVER AND 
COUNTRY CLERK. 

“Oh, it is hard to tell just how,” said Di- 
Tector Williams, in a thoughtful way. “Yes, 


now I remember it. I sold the Cincinnati 
Enquirer, Commercial, and Gazette before the 
last two were consolidated.” 

“Did you sell them in Columbus?” 

' “No; in Portsmouth. I received ten cents 
for each copy and was often paid in what 
was called shin plasters.’ That question makes 
one think, and it is rather startling to take a 
man back to his boyhood days with such a 
rush”; and he, like many others, related 
pleasant' stories of that time. 

WOODPILE AND GROCERY. 

Mayor Black answered: “My first dollar? 
I earned it splitting wood for my grand¬ 
father. It was in Kimbolton, Guernsey 
county. I was a very proud and happy boy, 
but I derived more pleasure from a little 



wagon that was given to me for driving a 
neighbor’s cow to pasture, than from all the 
money I ever earned.” And for a few mo¬ 
ments the mayor seemed oblivious to his sur¬ 
roundings, as before his mental eyes there 
floated a vision of the little wagon. 

MR. GALBREATH’S BUTTER. 

I found Mr. C. B. Galbreath fn the state 
library. In a reminiscent tone he said: 

“A boy on a farm is always willing to turn 
a windmill, or a grindstone, or assist with 
threshing, or any of the various things that 
make a noise in the world, and he will do 




















YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


11 


those things without much thought of com¬ 
pensation ; but without exception all boys dis¬ 
like to churn. In order to develop in me the 
power to do that which was most disagree¬ 
able I was paid five : cents every time I 
churned, and the twentieth time I was the 
proud possessor of a dollar, which, as every 
boy knows, I earned.” 

MILLIONAIRE AND FORMER 
MAYOR. 

I found Mr. E. T. Mithoff in his usually 
exhuberent spirits. He had just returned from 
a drive, and whisked into his drawing room, 
where I sat waiting, like a schoolboy. “My 
first dollar was earned while clerking in a 
store at $50 per year, board and washing,” he 
said. "I stuck to this two years and for the 
third received $125.” And thereupon the mil¬ 
lionaire fell into a retrospective mood, as if it 
was not unpleasant to contrast his present 
good fortune with the privations of his early 
years. 

It seems rather odd, but Hon. Cotton H. 
Allen earned his first dollar at work in a 
cotton factor}’. “I began to learn my trade 
at the age of eleven,” he said. “I remember 
distinctly the first money I earned, and I tell 
you it made me feel good all over. But, 
there — I don’t like to talk about myself.” 
And the ex-mayor dismissed me with a cor¬ 
dial farewell. Nevertheless the brevity of 
the interview did not prevent me from form¬ 
ing an estimate of the man who in every atti 
tude bears the aspect of one whom children 
would love and men and women trust, be¬ 
lieving implicitly in his faithfulness and 
honor. 

MR. DESHLER CARTED DIRT. 

While Air. W. G. Deshler’s father, the late 
David W. Deshler, was having the old build¬ 
ings on Broad and High streets constructed, 
the son, without the father’s knowledge, made 


an arrangement with an old Irishman, who 
had taken the contract, to dig the cellars 
whereby he was to receive twenty-cents per 
day for carting away the dirt. All the boys 
in the neighborhood wished to help him with 
his task, and for more than a week he played 

the overseer while they did the work. Then 

his father nipped his aspirations in the bud, 
but he had the supreme satisfaction of having 
earned more than a dollar. 

* * * 

If, as Bulwer Lytton tells us, it is over a 

Bridge of Sighs men pass the narrow gulf 

from youth to manhood, there must be a 
bridge of laughter over which they return, 
for without exception these men laughed as 
they related the story of their first triumphs. 
Into their faces and voices crept the spring¬ 
time gladness and freshness of boyhood, the 
enthusiasm with which they made their first 
step on the road which the world now be¬ 
holds strewn with flowers of success; but 
think not, O child of inexperience, that the 
way has always been pleasant. For some of 
them life may not have been particularly hard; 
but, as the first flush of joy was followed 
by graver thought, there were some faces 
shadowed and darkened by the remembrance 
of all that had been endured; and, although 
they spoke not of it, intuitively came the per¬ 
ception that they had been compelled to walk 
over the thorns of opposition, breast the 
waves of adversity, withstandjmblic criticism, 
distance competition, and had been bruised 
and battered by many hard fisted old gladi¬ 
ators who sought to vanquish them. 

They have known the bitterness of defeat, 
the pain of aspirations unrealized, the anguish 
of hopes betrayed and all the-weary unrest, 
the disappointment and discouragement that 
follows great effort, but today they are living 
witnesses of what can be done by the men 
who labor and aspire. Mary Robson. 




GIRLS MAKE CIGARS 


CLEVER YOUNG WOMEN IN COLUMBUS FACTORIES. 


LIVES PASSED IN AN OCCUPATION STRANGE TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD 


Conditions of Their Livelihood — The Work and the Play — What They Need is Vital 
Contact With the More Fortunate, Not Tracts and Theories. 


Just at the lunch hour I entered the work¬ 
room where the bare rafters, brick walls and 
all the accessories connected with cigar¬ 
making would have produced an unpleasant 
impression had it not been enlivened by the 
presence of those who work there and a 
single bunch of exquisite flowers. Some of 
the occupants remained at their work benches, 
others, congregated in groups, were eating 
their lunches and chattering like magpies; but 
the buzz of voices ceased as soon as they be¬ 
came aware that a stranger was present. It 
was not resumed until I was seated, appar¬ 
ently absorbed in the intricacies of cigar¬ 
rolling. Then the talk, the laughter, the gay 
banter went on undisturbed by my presence. 

Of this company of three hundred people 
who gather daily to perform their parts in 
the great drama, “Labor.” two hundred are 
girls. How interesting they were. Girls of 
all sizes and types, from the slender, pale- 
faced, quiet sort to the gay romp, who was 
here, there and everywhere. What a field for 
one who has a penchant for studying faces. 
While a number of the girls sat apart, silent, 
or continued to work, others with unconscious 
philosophy were enjoying with heart and soul 
the one hour’s respite from the dreary routine, 
the irksome repetition of the duties of the 
day. It is the only time they have for rest 
or recreation from 7 o’clock in the morning 
until 7 :30 in the evening. It is well that they 
can hum snatches of song, jest with one an¬ 
other and fill the room with ringing laughter 
during this interim. These are the safety 
valves of high pressure work. 

A number of girls accompanied me to a 
room above where the first and last processes 


of cigar-making take place. On one side of 
the floor was spread the “scrap tobacco" used 
in “filling”; that is, it forms the nucleus of 
the cigar around which is placed the binder 
or first covering. The leaf tobacco which is 
kept in the sweat room for .preservation is sent 
to this floor to be “booked.” By this is meant 
the straightening of the leaves. Those which 
are designed for binders are “stripped”; that 
is, the stems are removed and after this they 
are weighed out in pads and sent to the stock 
girls on the floor below. From here they pass 
to the bunch breakers. These girls simply 
place a binder in the bunch breaking machine, 
which adjusts it around sufficient “filling" to 
form a cigar and places it in a groove in the- 
mold. The molds are in two separate pieces,, 
fashioned of wood, about two feet in length 
and their width is equal to the length of a 
cigar. Each mold has grooves for twenty 
cigars and when five molds are filled by the- 
machine, the press boy presses them to give 
shape to the cigars and then hands them to 
the rollers. While the binders have been go¬ 
ing through these various manipulations the 
wrappers have been started on their downward 
careers. They have been “booked" — weighed' 
out in one pound pads and sent to the stock 
girl, who passes them to a roller. This girl 
having received the molds containing the- 
cigars, after getting the wrappers, seizes one 
and with deft fingers spreads it out on the- 
board before her and separates the fibre with 
her cigar knife. Then taking a cigar from 
the mold she wraps it, cuts away the ragged 
edges, pastes the loose end, rolls it between 
the board and her hand or a small block, 
gives it a parting pat and twist and deposits 


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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


13 


it in a receptacle on her workbench. After 
completing one hundred she binds them with a 
•strap and takes them to the stock girl. 

There her card is punched to indicate the 
hundred cigars; her strap and another pad of 
wrappers are handed to her and she returns 
to her workbench. The cigars she has handed 
in are sent to the packing room. There skill¬ 
ful fingers sort them. Those containing flaws 
are returned to the roller, those pronounced 
good are packed in boxes, the packer being 
'Careful to distinguish the different shades so 
that those of corresponding colors will be 
placed in the same boxes. These last are 
■stamped and are then read}' for sale. 

Who among the purchasers ever gives a 
thought to the skill and patience necessary to 
form even one cigar? Mien claim that the 
fragrant weed calms and soothes the mind, 
helps them to get through the worries of the 
day, smothers care, induces refreshing sleep, 
is an equalizer and sweetener of temper, 
deadens sorrow, distracts enforced inactivity, 
“brings about contemplative ecstacy, draws wis¬ 
dom from the mouth of the philosopher and 
shuts up the mouth of the foolish, but do they, 
in these mind pictures, ever see the girls 
whose lot in life is such that they force them¬ 
selves to continue work when their eyes grow 
dim, the hands tremble and the whole body 
aches with the racking pain of fatigue? 

Noticing a book on one of the seats I made 
some inquiries as to the reading. One bright 
faced girl with a shrug of her shoulders, as 
though she thought I would be shocked, re¬ 
plied: “I read novels.'"’ 

"Do you? So do I. What writers do you 
like best?” Then she told me in well chosen 
words of her favorite authors, giving her 
reasons for certain preferences until it was 
■quite apparent that she had a discriminating 
literary taste. 

"Since we work so late in the evenings, I 
don’t read anything but an occasional news¬ 
paper," remarked one who sat near. 

"Would you like shorter hours?” 

"No, I think not; for that would mean less 
pay. Ours is piece-work, our wages depend 
upon the amount we can do and the longer 
the day, the more we get through. We are 
satisfied as long as we can stand it without 
"breaking down, but it is hard to just go 
home and get supper, go to sleep and get 
ready for the next day, for that is practically 
what some of us do. Still, there are worse 
things than working all the time.” 


No use to ask what those things were. ' 

“Do none of you take any recreation then ?” 

"Indeed I do,” said one who would always 
know how to make the best of the worst 
that could befall her. "Of course. I’m dead 
tired when we quit, but I go to dances or over 
on High street for a walk and forget about 
being tired. A wheel would be lovely, but 
then one can not have everything in this 
world" — this with a merry laugh that dis¬ 
played'most beautiful teeth. 

“Oh, I am too tired to read even a paper,” 
murmured one whose appearance indicated 
that she had not always been deprived of the 
advantage of a little leisure. 

“It’s always late when I get home, but I 
never miss reading The Press,” interposed an¬ 
other. “It is for the working people and I 
am interested in it on that account.” 

I looked at her more closely and decided 
to ask regarding the wages. 

Her reply was, “Rollers are paid 20 cents 
per hundred for cigars, and 15 cents for sto¬ 
gies. An ordinarily good worker can average 
six or seven hundred per day, and thus make 
$7 or $8 per week. But few of the girls make 
less than $5, and the most rapid workers often 
earq $10 and $11 per week. We make more 
money than many clerks,” she continued with 
a slight touch of pride in her voice. 

Commenting upon the whiteness and flexi¬ 
bility of their hands, I was told that the to¬ 
bacco had a preservative effect upon them. 
This in connection with the deft movements 
necessary probably accounted for the beauty 
which could not fail to impress one, as it was 
not confined to the hands of one or two, but 
distinguished all. 

Of these girls their employer had these 
words to say: 

“Some people have wrong ideas of the girls 
who make cigars for a living. Of course 1 
can not speak for them elsewhere, but while 
they are here they obey all rules, maintain 
good order and are faithful to their tasks.” 

Asked as to their health most of them an¬ 
swered that they supposed they were as 
healthy in that occupation as any other in 
which there were such long hours and close 
confinement to one kind of work, but there 
were some who suffered from the odor of the 
tobacco and at times we.re overcome by its 
1 nauseating effects. The opinion of an ob¬ 
server would be that but few escaped being 
affected by it. 


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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


ON THE SIDE. 

Will some one say that one of the essential 
elements of that which had been designated a 
drama was lacking? Not so. The love scene 
was there and it was enacted right under the 
eyes of the foreman. He, wise man, looked 
the other way. 

The principals were a girl whose face was 
delicate in profile and exquisite in coloring 
and a young man who approached and held a 
few moments’ conversation with her. Just a 
word or two of it reached me, but who cares 
to hear words when the eyes speak a lan¬ 
guage far more eloquent. The clash and clan¬ 
gor and tumult of the machinery and the 
shouts of those about them might have been 
sweetest music for all they knew. They were 
in another world. 

But, like the rest of us, they had to come 
back to earth. A woman interrupted them. 
It's always a woman who interrupts at the 
most interesting moment. It was most an¬ 
noying. Time lost? Time saved in the im¬ 
petus given to labor for the youth’s footsteps 
quickened as he went onward to his task and 
the girl’s hands moved more rapidly and dex¬ 
terously afterward, as though she was stimu¬ 
lated by some elixir of life. 

I did not seek to penetrate the home life 
of these young women, but viewed them as 
workers who performed their parts cheerfully 


and well and thought if they carried away with 
them the patience, zeal, skill, method and 
sunny dispositions manifested in the factory 
they can not fail to brighten other lives. 

There is a prevalent opinion among them 
that the outside world looks down upon them. 
They have not yet attained a full conception 
of the dignity of labor. If they could only 
be made to feel that it is not the kind of 
work but the spirit which animates the 
worker, that wins approval or condemnation, 
their burden would be lighter; for the ma¬ 
jority of them toil not for self interest, which 
economists tell us is the mainspring of human 
action, but for a higher, holier purpose —the 
welfare of those who are near and dear to- 
them. 

This is the place where they live. Their 
interests are here. They are factors for good 
or ill. Much can be done to better their con¬ 
dition if only the women who are so well 
fitted to teach the grandeur and significance of 
life would help them to understand the value 
of all earnest, honest effort. Vital contact 
is necessary to teach this, for one smile of ap¬ 
preciation, one warm hand clasp, one earnest 
glance, one word fraught with heart-meaning 
are worth a barrel of papers that are read 
in some exclusive circle, languidly praised by 
cultured women and then almost forgotten. 

Mary Robson. 


IN THE NAME OF HUMANITY. 


A DAY WITH THE ATTORNEY AND OFFICER OF THE HUMANE 

SOCIETY. 


Prevention of cruelty. Herculean task when 
so many people are cruel — cruel quite fre¬ 
quently from carelessness, but undeniably so. 

Whoever attempts to better those evils that 
exist must not only overcome the evil, but 
the apathy of those whose assistance would be 
of great value. 

There are numbers who would like to have 
cruelty prevented, but who really strengthen 
it by passive acquiescence to that which daily, 
yes, hourly, calls for interference. They are 
the people who “don’t wish to be mixed up 


in troublesome affairs,” even if the mixing pro¬ 
cess would prove beneficial to all. There are 
others who, while incapable of inflicting need¬ 
less pain, are yet almost brutally indifferent to 
that which constantly cries for redress. Such 
as they shirk responsibility by declaring that 
a few individuals can not carry the woes of 
the universe, so we might as well close our 
eyes and muffle our ears to that which seems 
so hopeless. 

Then comes the ultra-optimist, who fondly 
believes that everything is as it should be. 





YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


15- 


These assertions are verified by the incidents 
witnessed during a day spent with the officers 
of the Humane society; for while the aim of 
this organization is well understood and re¬ 
cently statistics were given as to the work 
done in the past year, but few have any real 
conception of the innumerable difficulties en¬ 
countered by those engaged in it. 

Prior to the round of investigation, I was, 
sitting in the office of Mr. Frank P. Jackson, 
the attorney of the Humane society, when a 
woman entered. Her face was pale and 
showed traces of tears, while her appearance 
was shabby in the extreme. In broken words 
she told a story of humiliation. 

Her husband, a barber, making sufficient to 
maintain his family comfortably, had failed to 
provide the necessaries of life for them, and 
herself and little ones were hungry. 

Mr. Jackson sent for the man and in a short 
time he came. His face was rather pleasant 
and he frankly acknowledged that he had not 
done right and promised to do better in the 
future. In pursuance of the policy of the 
society to upbuild character and avoid pun¬ 
ishment, if possible, the lawyer agreed not to 
take action in the matter if the other would 
make arrangements to have certain portions 
of his wages paid directly to his wife. This 
was done and the two went away together. 

The man of the law did the best thing pos¬ 
sible under the circumstances. The trouble 
was over. Material means would be supplied 
and that was the end of it. A man’s view. 
But as none of the sex has ever yet fathomed 
the complexity of a woman’s heart, he had no 
means of knowing that a great cruelty had 
not been mentioned. It was just as well. 
There is no alleviation for the agony of shame 
endured by a woman whose illusions with re¬ 
gard to her husband are over. Physical hun¬ 
ger must be assuaged, raiment must be pro¬ 
vided, but heart torture may continue. 

The attorney, in a reminiscent mood, related 
numerous parallel cases. He was interrupted 
in the midst of one narrative by the entrance 
of a man who seemed to be afraid that the 
office would get away. He was in a desperate 
hurry and dashed right into his grievance. It 
was in substance the removal of a handle from 
a pump where he had been in the habit of 
watering his cattle. The pump and handle 
belonged to a wealthy man, who, although he 
leased the land to the complainant, was not 
so liberal as to throw in water for a lot of 
cattle; so the poor creatures had been without 


means to quench their thirst for forty-eight 
hours. 

The tenant was told that he must not let 
them suffer, no matter how far Re had to 
take them, and was also informed that noth¬ 
ing could be done with the land owner unless 
it could be proven that he had neglected his 
own cattle, as a man had a right to keep a 
pump handle wherever he pleased. The com¬ 
plainant left with an incredulous look, as 
though he thought that if he had anything 
to do with that society he’d have it under¬ 
stood that a pump handle must be kept where 
it belonged — on the pump. 

At this juncture Mr. Jackson threw open 
the window to remonstrate with a driver who 
was jerking and beating his horse. Strange to 
say, he stopped without even a look of re¬ 
sentment. His manliness came to the surface 
and he seemed to feel that he had been justly 
rebuked. 

This was the beginning. We had scarcely 
reached the corner of High and State streets 
when the yelps of pain from a dog attracted 
attention, and a pretty little water spaniel, 
with wistful eyes, held up a forefoot as though 
craving pity. 

On the alert in an instant, Mr. Jackson 
asked a bystander if he knew how the dog 
had been hurt. 

“Yes,” was the reply; “that man kicked it,” 
pointing to one of two men who were walking 
down the street. 

The indignant blood mounted to Mr. Jack- * 
son’s face, and he eagerly exclaimed: “Will 
you come with me and identify him?” 

“Oh, I don’t know him,” was the hesitating 
answer, and thes man wriggled about like an 
eel and gave every indication that he would 
be as slippery as one if called upon to do ■ 
aught to further justice. 

A case of eviction for non-payment of rent 
had been reported from the West Side. In 
that portion known as “Fly-town,” we found 
a woman and three children who had been 
given temporary refuge with a kind neighbor. 
One child was so ill as to require almost con¬ 
stant attention, but it had been well at the 
time of the removal. Otherwise they could 
have retained the poor shelter which had been 
home to them. How pitiful that the sickness 
of a dear child might almost have been wel¬ 
comed as the lesser of the two evils, inasmuch 
as it would have prevented all from being 
thrown upon the world homeless! 

The wife, a weary, sad-faced woman, spoke 
in that quiet way which is far more intense- 


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in its grief than any display of passionate 
emotion. She told of privations and suffering 
and of how the landlord, tired of waiting fpr 
his rent, had, through his agent, thrust them 
over the threshold. Whoever carried out his 
wishes must have felt that it was a hard task, 
but the handling of the household goods could 
not have caused fatigue, for all their belong¬ 
ings had ample space in the coal house of the 
friend. It was learned that the husband was 
a drunkard. A whole life’s epitome in that. 

It explained the situation thoroughly. 

He was seen and promised to find a house 
to which to take his family, and added of his 
accord that he would reform. Easy to say. 
He meant it, too. But will he? And if n<jt, 
why not? Who will be to blame? There was 
just one gleam of light in all the darkness and 
desolation — the nobility of the woman who 
befriended them in the hour of their sorest- 
need. She was poor herself, but she shared 
her all. Who could do more? 

Next the market place, with its varied life, 
claimed attention. For the most part there 
was but little cruelty demonstrated there. 
Occasionally too many chickens were found 
crowded together, their appearance being mopy 
as a result of the close quarters. As we left 
a man whose garb denoted the clergyman 
strutted pompously along, carrying a fowl 
head downward. The humane officer, Mr. 
Spencer, spoke to him, but received only a 
haughty stare in reply. Why not arrest and 
prosecute? Simply because public sentiment 
has not yet arrived at the stage where it will 
support those who would not hesitate to take 
action to prevent this cruelty. 

Chickens have been carried in this manner 
from time immemorial, so why not continue 
it ? 

With but few exceptions, the condition of 
. the working horses seen was bad. Many of 
them were left standing without blankets, ex¬ 
posed to rough winds, and were not placed 
so they could stand comfortably. On High 
street, between Broad and Spring, can be ' 
seen every day in the year a horse that has 
awakened the sympathy of every one in that 
vicinity and many others who have noticed it. 
From early in the morning until evening, in 
the biting cold of winter and the scorching 
heat of summer, that patient beast stands 
there. Scarcity of food, exposure and but 
little exercise are doing their work, but oh, 
so slowly. Asked as to why such glaring 
offenses were permitted to go unpunished, Mr. 
Jackson answered: “What can we do so long 


as they can evade the laws?” Just then we 
saw a small bay horse, weighing about 800 
pounds, hitched to a wagon containing three 
men, also apples, vegetables and other articles 
sold by hucksters — in all a load of about 
2,000 pounds. The animal was being urged to 
its utmost speed and clearly showed that the 
exertion was too great for its strength. The 
owner of the horse, who chanced to be near, 
noticed this and tried to get the attention of 
the driver, but failed. Since then 1 have heard 
that he yomplained of the treatment to which 
the horse had been subjected. Overburdened 
as it was, the men had driven to Milo, then to 
the South Side and back to the extreme north 
end, in one afternoon. The horse was ex¬ 
hausted when it was returned to him, and 
could scarcely move. He secured a statement 
from one of the men that it had been left for 
some time uncovered, while' dripping with 
sweat. The case \yas prosecuted and lost, be¬ 
cause witnesses did not testify as they had 
previously talked. One of the most discourag¬ 
ing phases attendant- on the work of the so¬ 
ciety is that so often vacillating, hypocritical 
witnesses defeat justice. Passing a large man¬ 
ufacturing establishment, Mr. Jackson gave an¬ 
other instance of this sort. 

Said he, "The engineer in that place was 
prosecuted not long ago for throwing a dog 
in the furnace.” 

"Throwing a dog into the furnace?” I re¬ 
plied in bewilderment. 

"Yes, into the fire,” was the reply. “We 
went to investigate and found that he had 
first knocked it down and then tossed it into 
the flames. An observer stated that the dog 
was living at the time, but at the trial changed 
his story and said it was dead. Of course, 
that settled it; but the man’s low nature was 
revealed in the act, and it is safe to say that 
he would not have any scruples in making 
away with an animal that had chanced to 
anger him, even in the hideous manner of 
which he had been accused. 

The last places visited were on the North 
Side, one a large, fine brick residence with a 
lawn front of at least 75 feet. In the rear of 
this pretentious structure was found an apol¬ 
ogy for a stable which contained neither box 
nor manger — nothing but a horse that would 
cause any heart not utterly calloused to thrill 
with pity. It was being starved to death. Mr. 
Russell F. Spencer, the humane officer, gave 
it a slight push and the poor creature stag¬ 
gered and Would have fallen through weak¬ 
ness but for the support of the wall near. 


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There was not even a straw visible; not the 
faintest evidence that there had been any food 
in the place. The neighbors declared that the 
horse was seldom fed and watered by its own¬ 
ers, but that, often unable to endure the 
thought of its suffering, they had thrown it 
something to eat or given it a drink. One, 
the wife of a prominent lawyer, said that the 
sound of hay thrown to the horses in adjoin¬ 
ing stables seemed to make this poor beast 
frantic. 

A ring at the doorbell brought an intelligent- 
looking young woman, who answered questions 
very pleasantly. The family consisted of four, 
herself, two brothers and a sister. The boys 
were employed down town and the sister had 
formerly been a kindergarten teacher. In re¬ 
gard to the horse, she said that it was watered, 
fed regularly and well cared for in every way. 
Screening a fault by a falsehood — this in a 
family where one had been an instructor of 
little children ! One gives a sigh of relief at 
the “had been.” 

The horse was there, a witness for itself. 
Cfuelty was apparent; but through some tech¬ 
nicality of the law or some influence the affair 
was dismissed when the society tried to prose¬ 
cute. 

Our next stop was at a house where cruelty 
in its worst phase is a constant guest. There 
was seen a frail, broken-spirited little woman, 
who washes every day to support four chil¬ 
dren and her husband — a big, brawny brute, 
in the form of a man. He, with all the grati¬ 
tude characteristic of such a nature, repays 
her devotion by taking upon himself the task 
of disciplining the children. The last time he 
felt called upon to correct them he used a 
poker to accentuate his government. Unable 
to keep silent, the wife, accustomed as she 
was to tyranny, in the agony of a mother’s 
feelings, revealed the atrocity. But, afterward, 
woman-like, she shrank from confirming the 
statement made under the stress of emotion 
and faltered pitifully when asked concerning 
it. It was clear that she would shield the 
demon who made existence a torment for her¬ 
self and dear ones. 

In a little while we came upon a group of 
■ children who were training a dog to perform 


tricks. They had beaten it until the little 
creature could not comprehend the orders 
given it. Bewildered and in pain, it sought 
to escape from that which was foreign to 
every instanct of its nature, but the children 
held it fast and merrily shouted that it would 
have to learn its lesson. Were they but carry¬ 
ing out what they had been taught was an 
essential to instruction? 

The thought that this incident caused was 
broken. Dashing down the street went the 
equipage of a fashionable gentleman whose 
horse was checkreined so high that the won¬ 
der of it was that it did not run into some 
obstacle, as its eyes seemed to be turned di¬ 
rectly toward the sky. The officer shook his 
head sadly and an unspoken question was an¬ 
swered. 

There was seen a boy stoning a frightened 
cat, and a block away was another laughing 
gleefully at a dog fight, and a man stood near 
with a pleased expression upon his face. 

On the West Side a monkey darted away 
from its Italian master and tried to reach 
some murky water standing in a depression 
in the street. The cord which held it was 
too short. Piteous entreaty was reflected in 
its eyes, but the man who made his living by 
cramping its little body in fantastic garb and 
exhibiting its antics never slackened his hold. 
He was told> to permit the little creature to 
drink, and obeyed in sullen silence. 

Fortunately, there are many men and wo¬ 
men who are not easily discouraged, who 
devote much of their time to preventing these 
cruelties. They go steadily forward, tramp¬ 
ling down the weeds of doubt, leveling the 
barriers of prejudice, evading as much as 
possible the rocks of stubborn resistance, 
clearing away the obstacles of custom, plant¬ 
ing the sed of aspiration, watching anxiously 
for the moment when apathy shall blossom 
into action and nurturing all with warmth of 
heart. 

Many of these can be found in the ranks 
of the Humane society, which calls to ser¬ 
vice men and women of brain and character, 
possessed of the clear-sighted sympathy that 
shall aid in the protection of the weak and the 
uplifting of humanity. Mary Robson. 


2 Y. & Y. F. 


A MAN EMBROIDERER 


THE UNUSUAL AVOCATION OF MR. BARNETT HOOK, OF NEL- 

SONVILLE. 


There are only four men in the United 
States who teach embroidery. One of them, 
Mr. Barnett Hook, of McArthur, O., is in¬ 
structing a class of young women at Nelson- 
ville at present, and has on exhibition at 
that place some beautiful speciments of his 
work. It comprises Kensington, Roman, 
Oriental, Bulgarian, Persian and all the other 
embroidery dear to the feminine heart. 
Whether he uses the simple leaved vine as a 
motive or engages in the most elaborate deco¬ 
ration, there is manifest the same element of 
grace and the almost faultless selection of 
colors in the representation of nature. In 
the opalescent shading and the floral designs 
on fine linen he is especially skillful. 

Mr. Hook is an old newspaper man and 
at one time was editor of the McArthur Dem¬ 
ocrat. It seemed a little odd for a man to 
drop pen and paste brush to take up needle 
and floss; and, partly to learn his reason for 
so doing, but more particularly to see the ex¬ 
traordinary man or, rather, the man who did 
such extraordinary work — I called on him. 

Mr. Hook is a man who has passed the half 
century mile stone with erect form and step 
indicative of military training which he had 
back in the sixties. His hair is gray, almost 
white, and is in peculiar contrast to the eye¬ 
brows, which are so black, so heavily marked, 
as to be noticeable anywhere, while his mus¬ 
tache is also very dark. He has a genial 
smile, dresses in good taste and is very cour¬ 
teous. There is nothing in his manner to in¬ 
dicate that his occupation is different from 
that of other men, with the exception of the 
movement of his hands. They flutter above 
and among his devices with that hesitancy 
peculiar to many women who examine or dis¬ 
play that which is so dainty that it seems 
almost rude to touch it. 

Asked as to why he had entered a field 
which is usually regarded by his sex as too 
intricate to attempt to fathom its mysteries, 
Mr. Hook replied: 


“I did not take a direct path from the edi¬ 
tor's sanctum to the realm of fancy work. I 
tarried on the turf and was a breeder and 
trainer of horses for many years. During 
one very bad season I had the old saying that 
it never rains but it pours, verified. I was 
deprived of the use of one of my hands for 
a long time by an inflammatory affection and 
afterward found that it had lost the strength 
needed to follow my work. 

“Without money or any definite purpose, I 
still frequented my old haunts and one day, 
just because I had nothing else better to do, 
I picked up a horse blanket belonging to a 
friend and told him that I would embroider 
it for him. He laughingly told me to go 
ahead. This, I found, would be difficult, hav¬ 
ing nothing to work with but my fingers. 
How r ever, the idea had taken possession of 
me, so I borrowed a needle and some floss 
from a woman whom I knew, secured a tube 
of white paint from another friend, and, mix¬ 
ing it in a lid of a blacking box, I equipped 
myself for my self-appointed task. I out¬ 
lined my designs with the paint, applying it 
with a stick. As my ideas grew beneath my 
fingers, I was delighted, and when my work 
was finished I exhibited it with some pride. 
I had not only found something that I could 
do, but something that won commendation. I 
have told you of the beginning, you can judge 
of the results yourself.” This with a wave 
of his hand toward his conceptions with their 
harmonious shadings and artistic effects. 

Mr. Hook then displayed a handsomely 
embroidered horse blanket which he seemed 
to value, not for its intrinsic worth, which 
was much, but because of its having covered 
such favorites as Flying Jib, Hal Pointer, Di¬ 
rectum, Joe Patchen, John R. Gentry and 
other celebrated horses. 

Mr. Hook’s success in his unusual calling 
is the more marked from the fact that he 
never received a lesson from any teacher ex¬ 
cept necessity. Mary Robson. 




YARNS BY THE YARD 


STORY-TELLING AT COMMERCIAL TRAVELERS’ CLUB. 


AN INTERESTED LISTENER’S NOTES FOR THE SUNDAY PRESS. 


Traveling Men and Their Wives in Congenial Company — Homelike Atmosphere of 
the Gay Street Club House — Developing the Mood of Reminiscence. 


Commercial travelers are always in evi¬ 
dence. Nothing deters their advent. No frost 
can nip their energy, no ice can chill their 
enthusiasm. They sally forth in rain, snow 
or sleet as gayly as if the sun shone. Horses 
may go lame, carriages break down on muddy 
roads, bicycles may collapse, trains collide 
and everthing in general go to smash, but the 
real commercial traveler will be on time for 
every engagement. The ways and means are 
known only to himself; but one fact is ap¬ 
parent— he “gets there.” 

A genial atmosphere permeates the well-ap¬ 
pointed club rooms of the. United Commercial 
Travelers in this city. At the corner of Gay 
and Front streets they have a suite of twenty- 
three rooms, each vieing with the othfcr in 
attractiveness and comfort. The furnishings 
and uses of these will occasion surprise to 
visitors, unless accustomed to infinite variety 
and that sharpness of contrast which gives 
color and vigor to life. 

Recently I spent an evening there, entering 
when everything was in full swing. At small 
tables were seated a number of men and wo¬ 
men, the wives of members, playing cards; on 
a stand was seen a large Bible; from above 
came the sweet strains of a waltz and the 
tread of slippered feet; while rippling laugh¬ 
ter, gay words and the click of billiard balls 
floated in from the room where several of 
both sexes were engaged in the game. 

“I say Angell, who was that demure, sweet¬ 
faced little woman you had out driving the 
other day?” 

True to their sex, a score of feminine eyes 
were directed toward Mrs. Angell’s face, but 
she didn’t seem to mind, only murmured with 


gentle irony, “Wonder if she knew she was 
with an angel?” 

The husband ignored the question until one 
irrepressible persisted, “Come, now, tell us 
who it was.” 

Then came the grave reply, “I don’t know; 
she was a Sister of Charity.” 

The chaffing ceased. 

THE CHAIN OF SYMPATHY. 

As if to prove that one must not judge 
depth of feeling by externals and that grief 
is as likely to be the guest of the man who 
laughs and is apparently light-hearted as it 
is of one whose countenance is shrouded in 
gloom, Mr. Barton paused in dealing cards 
and said : 

“Some way the thought of those women 
always suggests sickness and death to me and 
brings back the loss of my little girl. I was 
in Pennsylvania at the time. Learning of her 
serious illness, I made my way to the nearest 
station and found that I could get no train 
until late the next morning, but that the lim¬ 
ited passed through another town some miles 
away and if there before it was due I might 
make some arrangements to have it stop. Se¬ 
curing a horse, I began the saddest journey of 
my life. It was a dreadful night — so dark 
that I could not see and could only trust to 
the instinct of the animal to guide me over 
the unfamiliar roadway; but even under these 
circumstances a man can ride at break-neck 
speed when he knows that every minute may 
lesson his chances of seeing a loved one alive. 
I reached the station before the train and 
then was tortured by suspense and delay in 
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getting a young woman to wire for orders to 
stop the train, but at last it was accomplished, 
the desired permission given and I was speed¬ 
ing toward Chicago. Only those who have 
been placed in a like situation can have any 
conception of my feelings. Before I reached 
home a message was handed to me. My 
efforts had been in vain. The little one was 
dead.” 

It was a strange scene. The pathos of the 
story was intensified by being so at variance 
with the surroundings. 

Sad thoughts were evoked and Mr. R. F. 
Summerfield observed: 

“Your stopping the deal to tell that re¬ 
minds me of a pathetic little incident that 
occurred on the train a short time ago. A 
number of us were mush interested in a game 
of cards. In the front of the car was a wo¬ 
man with a baby crying pitifully. Laying 
down his hand one of the boys went forward, 
took the babe as though he knew how to han¬ 
dle children and in a few moments had it 
sound asleep.” 

“Must have carried soothing syrup,” ven¬ 
tured one man, but Mr. Summerfield replied: 
“I don’t know about that; however, he proved 
a comforter not only to the child, but to the 
woman also. Learning that she was traveling 
on a charity pass, he came back to the crowd, 
said a few words and returned to her with 
$5 and a ticket that would carry her past 
the place designated by her pass to the town 
she wished to reach.” 

Then the game went on. 

MILEAGE AND POLITICS. 

“H'm,” said Mr. C. W. Baldwin, of the H. 
C. Goodman Co. Nothing recent has im¬ 
pressed me so much as the ordeal of waiting 
an hour at the union station to get a ticket on 
the new mileage plan, only to step out and 
find my train going out at the other end of 
the station, and this, too, when I had time 
to have bought a score of tickets in the regu¬ 
lar way. But, as misery loves company, 1 
was somewhat consoled to see two men who 
had been arguing politics let their train pull 
away from them while standing not six feet 
from it. They had been absorbed in their 
talk, but when they realized that they had 
been left you may know how suddenly the 
subject was changed. Their remarks were 
fitted to the occasion and I forgot my own 
ill luck while laughing at their earnestness.” 

Mr. T. F. Smith, who formerly represented 
Bright’s millinery store, but is now with a 


New York firm, sauntered up and Mr. Flagg, 
the secretary, exclaimed: “Here’s the boy 
who can tell yarns, so go ahead and give us 
your most interesting experience.” 

MR. SMITH’S SCIENTIFIC COLLEGE. 

Mr. Smith laughingly rejoined: “Well, I 
have been on the road twenty-three years and 
have run up against all sorts of people and 
have camped in all sorts of places. Once 1 
was nearly shipwrecked in the St. Lawrence 
river, but that was a minor affair compared 
with the time that I was nearly eaten alive. 
You may laugh if you like, but this, really 
happened and not far from Columbus, either. 
Stopping at a house one night I was given 
the room next to the parlor, where a sort of 
musicale was held that evening. I had scarely 
fallen asleep when I was aroused suddenly 
and effectually. Feeling that a dread enemy 
was upon me, I sprang up and turned on the 
light, an army of a million confronted me. 
They formed in companies, battalions and 
regiments, ready for attack, quite undismayed 
by the light which streamed down upon them, 
revealing their movements. I suppose the 
music had inspired them with unusual courage 
and had called reinforcements from every por¬ 
tion of the house. I was too frightened to 
resist them by regular methods, so resorted to 
strategy. I just captured them one at a time 
and impaled them on pins, a package of which 
chanced to be in the room. From midnight 
until 6 o’clock next morning I kept up these 
tactics, then was forced to surrender my po¬ 
sition on the foot-board for want of more pins. 

I left those so strangely adorned as a souvenir 
of my visit.” 

YARNS BY THE YARD. 

Mr. F. R. Hane. of the H. J. Heinz Co., 
remarked, as he joined the group: “Once 
while in a West Virginia town I visited a 
man who had apparently just arrived in civ¬ 
ilization. His hair and beard were long and 
shaggy, while his clothes were made from the 
cheapest material and had seen several years’ 
service. I was sitting by the stove with some 
men who loafed about the store while the 
old gentleman, who called himself ‘the buyer,’ 
was waiting on some of his cash trade. While 
we were thus situated, in stepped a young man 
who was selling baking powder. He ap¬ 
proached in the customary way, when the 
gruff words, ‘I don’t want anything,’ were 
hurled at him. The young man retorted, I 
would like to have your picture for a comic 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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valentine. Here’s a quarter; go and get your 
hair cut,’ and then left. The old man, after 
picking up the coin to see if it was genuine, 
ejaculated, ‘Wal, I’ll be blest if these travel¬ 
ing men ain’t accommodating.’ ” 

“Tales of travelers seem to be the order of 
the evening,” said Mr. O. L. Davis, of the 
Smith Hardware Co., “so I’ll tell you of a 
most laughable thing that happened up at the 
Union station. Quite a number of us were 
just comfortably seated, when a young man 
and woman entered taking a seat near us. 
They were elegantly dressed, but attracted no 
particular notice until a youth sprang on the 
car, hurried up to the woman and without 
ceremony embraced her in the most effusive 
manner. Then standing erect, he said in tones 
that could be heard all over the car, ‘Just act 
as if you had been married five years, Sis.’ 
‘We gave that boy an encore that was meant, 
and as if encouraged thereby he went out and 
‘fixed’ it with a newsboy to go through the 
car shouting ‘Evening paper — all about the 
wedding in high life.’ The faces of that 
bridal pair w r ere a study and they furnished us 
amusement for the remainder of the trip. If 
I should mention their names you would rec¬ 
ognize them at once.” 

“That’s something like an occurrence that I 
recollect,” said Mr. H. A. Larrimore, of the 
same firm. “In this case the brother of the 
groom was the instigator of the mischief and 
gave us the signal when the young couple 
reached the door. By prearrangement every 
man, woman and child rose to their feet sim¬ 
ultaneous!}' and stood in silence until they 
were seated. Then, as if his diabolism had 
not had sufficient vent, the young rascal 
passed cards on which were written: ‘We have 
just been married. Please entertain us.’” 

MR. PRAY’S ROMANCE. 

“Those are after-marriqge stories, but I 
think I can go you one better,” was the com¬ 
ment of Mr. A. J. Pray, who represents a 
Dayton boiler company. “My travels cover 
nearly the whole of the United States. There’s 
one experience which I always recall with a 
great deal of pleasure. It was in the fall of 
the year 1893. I was going from Helena to 
Spokane. At this time of the year in that 
country washouts occur frequently. We had 
crossed the Big Fork river and' came to Gal¬ 
latin creek, only to find the bridge ahead had 
been washed out. Our train was ordered 
back, intending to run to Post Falls, but on 
our return we found that bridge gone, also 


and there we were hemmed in by the vast 
mountains on each side — a washout before 
and behind us. All we could do was resign 
ourselves to the situation. To our great pleas¬ 
ure there chanced to be an old man on tne 
train who had a violin, besides all kinds and 
classes of travelers, men, women and children. 
There was an abandoned log cabin near which 
had served as a home for some forgotten 
miner. This was at once taken possession of 
by our party and turned into a ball-room, with 
the old German as the leader of, in fact, the 
whole, orchestra. I had the honor to be se¬ 
lected as master of ceremonies, and gave the 
order, ‘On with the dance, let joy be uncon¬ 
fined,’ which was followed to the letter dur¬ 
ing our entire stay. Among our party was a 
young attorney just from an eastern college 
and a western maiden who claimed the title of 
schoolma’am. He was on his way westward 
to launch himself into business. She was on 
her way to her school, located in some moun¬ 
tain hamlet. The third day, while we were 
all gathered around the stump of a giant 
monarch of the forest, the handsome young 
doctor of law and the beautiful instructor of 
young-minds happened to be standing upon 
it at the same time. From the first an affinity 
had seemed to exist between them, so to ex¬ 
pedite matters someone suggested a romantic 
wedding. By chance a justice of the peace 
was one of the passengers. Pie was summoned 
and after selecting the best man, ushers and 
bridesmaids, the ceremony was performed. 
Then all retired to the log cabin, where a 
bounteous repast was served by the dining car 
chef and his corps of assistants, after which 
a grand ball, which continued until the fourth 
day of our isolation, when I think, to the re¬ 
gret of all our party, the bridge ahead was 
completed and our journey was continued. I 
have never heard whether the marriage was 
a failure or not, but suppose they are living 
happily in the west and the children of that 
mountain school may still be awaiting the 
arrival of their teacher.” 

BROADSIDES. 

“As railway happenings are the theme of 
the hour. I’ll give you one,” were the intro¬ 
ductory words of Mr. G. S. Frambes, who 
travels for the Thomas Shirt ‘Co. ‘Some 
months ago we were just a few miles from 
town, when our train took an unexpected 
siding. Quite a number of people were thrown 
from their seats, but no one was hurt. There 
was the usual commotion incident to such a 


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scene and in the midst of it the conductor was 
rushing through the car, when a very fash¬ 
ionably-dressed woman, who had been shriek¬ 
ing hysterically, grasped his coat and demanded 
the cause and extent of the accident. He was 
making a frantic effort to escape and without 
seeming to realize that he was addressing a 
woman, responded : ‘Nothing serious the mat¬ 
ter! everything will be all right if you’ll just 
keep your clothes on.’ She kept them on and 
subsided.” 

“Our tendency to use slang often involves us 
in trouble,” observed Mr. Charles P. Renin- 
ger, who represents Morford & Mechem. “I 
remember having a very crusty old foreigner 
to deal with once, and he always desired goods 
about 10 to 50 per cent., and then some off, 
so one day I sarcastically inquired, ‘How 
many humming birds do you want for 5 
cents.” He innocently asked, Have you any 
samples ?’ ” 

“Not only our slang is understood, but 
many people don’t understand that in jumping 
about from place to place we acquire great 
freedom of manner and soon act with as little 
reserve as if we were at home,” said Mr. 
Arthur Paul, of Hasbrook & Byers. “This 
was illustrated when four of us met in a river 
town and stopped at the same hotel. At lunch 
we naturally made things a little livelier than 
usual and soon noticed that a gentleman who 
had ‘reverend’ written all over him was re¬ 
garding us curiously, and as we imagined sus¬ 
piciously. However, we didn’t permit him to 
interfere with our enjoyment, and at the close 
of the meal supposed, of course, that our 
talk and laughter had eternally condemned us 
in the eyes of the clergyman. In the evening 
our observer of the lunch hour walked up 
to our table and said: ‘I feel like apologizing 
to you. I have always thought members of 
your profession anything but gentlemen. I 
don’t know where I received the impression 
unless it be from the general opinion that pre¬ 
vails in the region where I live, but I watched 
you closely today and thought how easy it is 
for one to permit narrow prejudice to stand 
in the way of enlightenment. I shall be glad 
if you will invite me to dine at your table.’ 
We did so and found him one of the most 
companionable men. After he had weighed us 
in the balance and found that we were not 
wholly wanting, we told him that one of the 
boys was the son of a preacher, another was 
brother to one and that all had the highest 
respect for law and religion.” 

“I recollect an instance where prejudice was 


exercised by some of our craft,”- said Mr. 
John Graham, of the Eldridge-Higgins Co. 
‘A number of us were coming up from Athens 
about two years ago and at Carroll our train 
was side-tracked on account of a freight wreck 
ahead. We accepted it as a matter of course, 
but our attention was attracted toward a 
group of young women who" had boarded the 
train at one of the stations farther down. 
They had been in high spirits and were evi¬ 
dently going some place to have a good time, 
but as soon as they learned of the delay there 
was consternation and dismay. The passing 
notice we had at first given them deepened 
into interest, especially as one of them had a 
face lovely as a dream.” (Four chairs that had 
tilted at various angles came down with a 
crash and the occupants leaned toward the 
speaker.) ‘We learned from scraps of their 
conversation,” he continued, “that they were 
coming to Columbus to hear Melba that night, 
and that the accident would probably deprive 
them of that pleasure. There were seven of 
them, one married woman, five young ladies 
and a widow. (The interest in the narrative 
was still apparent.) The six who were minus 
husbands were school teachers.” (The chairs 
resumed their normal condition when occu¬ 
pied by men) and were also members of a 
Browning club. (One traveler groaned and 
another threw aside his cigar with a signifi¬ 
cant gesture.) After we had gathered all this 
from their talk we left for the smoker.” 

“There was wisdom in that,” interrupted 
another, “otherwise you would have been fro¬ 
zen to death.” 

“You just keep your remarks until I have 
finished, will you?” and Mr. Graham contin¬ 
ued : 

“We smoked, and had a game or two, then 
sauntered back to see what the ‘girls,’ as they 
called each other, were doing. The conductor 
had just told them than no train would be 
sent down from Columbus, so their last hope 
of reaching here in time for the opera had 
vanished. It was interesting to note how 
different individuals, under the same circum¬ 
stances, conducted themselves. The married 
woman sighed, ‘What can’t be cured must be 
endured.’ A stately brunette looked disgusted, 
the blonde assumed a don’t care expression, 
the girl who had been most quiet at first be¬ 
gan walking about in an agitated manner, 
while one whose appearance indicated a ner¬ 
vous temperament was silent. One seemed on 
the verge of tears and the beauty developed 
a sudden headache. Lavender salts were 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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brought into use and one of them was soon 
in the condition of ‘Meddlesome Mattie.’ This 
created a diversion until the tearful girl dole¬ 
fully remarked: ‘Faust is probably singing at 
this very moment and Melba has appeared.’ 
After that they were again depressed and each 
drew forth a ticket to the opera and silently 
regarded it, until the brunette, with an eye to 
the financial part, said: ‘It’s a good thing we 
didn’t get over $2 seats.’ They were about to 
get a gleam of comfort from the fact that 
things might have been worse, when it was 
discovered that a pair of valuable opera 
glasses that didn’t belong to the crowd, but 
had been borrowed for the occasion, were 
missing. ‘Another week’s salary gone.’ cried 
the blonde, and the gloom deepened. We 
didn’t dare to try to console them. The com¬ 
bination of teachers and a Browning club was 
too much for us. Even our lady’s man was 
disconsolate.” 

“I’ll bet there isn’t a man among us knows 
a line of Browning, or we might get up some 
sort of conversation that would divert their 
minds from the disappointment. It will never 
do to approach them with ordinary common¬ 
places,” he grumbled. 

“Didn’t he write ‘Saints fall to earth with 
so slight a tilt?’” asked our “Soap” man. 

“Yes, sure,” was the answer. “You just go 
up in front Of those girls and tell them that 
and you won’t need any other introduction. 
They’ll know you are a first class idiot.” 

While we were thus talking some urchins 
who had gathered outside began to toss apples 
into the car. The girls, of whom we had been 
so afraid, made a wild scramble for the fruit 
and with shouts of laughter devoured it. That 
gave us the cue. Out of sample cases came a 
fine assortment of crackers, club-house cheese 
and pickles, one member advanced with his 
best bow to ask if they would accept of such 
refreshments. Accept ? They fell over each 
other in their eagerness — and they way they 
did eat! One with her mouth full of cheese, 
told us that they hadn’t taken time to eat any¬ 
thing since noon, as they thought to arrive 
in Columbus in time for dinner. Then we 
were sympathetic in earnest, for we consid¬ 
ered that a greater mishap than missing the 
opera. I made some sort of an apology for 
the dry fare and the blonde assured me that 
there was nothing more delicious than crack¬ 
ers, cheese and pickles. ‘Except,’ said another, 
with a merry smith, ‘bread and cheese and —.’ 
There she stopped and from another case we 
produced cakes, as the nearest approach to the 


suggestion. After they had eaten every mite 
of the supply, their spirits began to rise per¬ 
ceptibly and we were delighted to find them 
different from the schoolma’ams of our earlier 
days. The surprise came when one remarked 
in an aggrieved tone, ‘The very first time I 
ever went any place in all my life the old 
train had to run off the track.’ Her manner 
was so ludicrous and so in keeping with the 
character she had assumed that we were con¬ 
vulsed with laughter. Her companions in¬ 
sisted upon her giving some impersonation 
and she complied in a way that surpassed 
many professionals. She was a natural mimic. 
Then a sweetwoiced girl sang for us and an¬ 
other recited a poem. There wasn’t the faint¬ 
est trace of conventionality about them and 
yet there wasn’t a man among us but regarded 
them as womanly women. We had wished 
to make the time pass more pleasantly for 
them and putting aside their own disappoint¬ 
ment and regard of the money expended so 
uselessly they entertained us in a very charm¬ 
ing manner. We had such a high regard for 
them that when our train arrived at the Union 
station between 1 and 2 o’clock next morning 
there was but one man who was mean enough 
to smile when the singer, with the vague hope 
that Melba would be singing at that hour, 
rushed up to a policeman and asked if the 
concert was over. We often wondered what 
had become of that bright, companionable 
crowd, but until recently had never heard any¬ 
thing of them. Then I chanced to meet one 
and was told that the singer was traveling 
with an opera troupe this season, she herself 
was living here in Columbus and the others 
were still teaching.” 

“And is that the end of the story?” asked 
one. “Is it possible that you chumps have 
permitted all that sweetness to waste itself on 
the desert air?” 

“Oh, get out,” was the irrelevant reply. “We 
were comrades in misfortune and that was the 
end of it.” 

“Well,” mused Mr. John Miles, of the Ban¬ 
croft & Sheldon Co., “I made my last trip as 
salesman this week, and in the many years I 
have been on the road the most thrilling ex¬ 
perience in which I ever took an active part, 
and in fact was the star actor of the occasion, 
was over in West Virginia. I was driving 
along a narrow road where high mountains 
shadowed me on one side and a steep declivity 
threatened on the other. I don’t know how it 
happened, but by some sleight-of-hand, or 
rather foot, on the part of the horse the con- 


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tents of that buggy were hurled into space and 
the first thing that I remember was scrambling 
among the branches of a tree that grew about 
half way down the declivity. I was not hurt 
in the least.” 

‘‘But you killed the tree, didn’t you?” inter¬ 
posed one traveler, wickedly. 

“No, .1 didn’t; that was a number of years 
ago, and I wasn’t such a heavy-weight then 
as now,” was the laughing reply. 

“As soon as I recovered from the dazed con¬ 
dition occasioned by the fall I clambered to 
earth and cautiously made my way to the ra¬ 
vine below, as the road was too far above me 
to think of ascending to it. After walking 
some distance I came to an open place where 
there was a little cabin that was inhabited. 
The head of the household kindly guided me 
to a path that led to the road and after a long 
search we found the horse and buggy, the 
latter somewhat battered, but the animal none 
the worse for wear.” 

“Seems to me that hairbreadth escapes are 
the fad with the salesmen of your firm,” haz¬ 
arded Mr. George Sells, of the Dages-Andrews 
Co. “Now, there’s Mr. Bornheim, who met 
with a miraculaus escape from drowning a 
few months ago.” , 

“How was that?” inquired a Chicago man, 
addressing the gentleman mentioned. 

He answered: “I was down in the coal 
regions near Glouster at the time and one 
dark night started to walk to mine No. 10, and 
in crossing a bridge missed my footing and 
went down into the icy waters of Sunday 
creek. Ugh! but it was cold! There was a 
queer, dizzy sensation in my head as though 
I had received a blow, but I managed to yell 
for help. Then I lost consciousness. But my 
cry had been heard and a coal miner rescued 
me from what would have proved certain 
death. Afterwards I was taken to friends, 
but it was many weeks before I could resume 
work, and in fact I have not yet recovered 
from the shock. When I tried to thank my 
preserver he laughed as though saving a life 
at the risk of his own was nothing out of the 
ordinary.” 

“It's not with them — they’re used to it,” 
said Mr. Ed Cooley, of Nelsonville. “Danger 
develops daring and life is often chanced most 
recklessly in the mining districts.” 

“As you have veered round to the subject 
of death and it is distinctly in my line, I’ll 
give you a story,” said Mr. B. F. Whipps, of 
the Columbus Coffin Co. “Some time ago a 
customer in a nearby town sent in an order 


for an extra large casket — its dimensions ex¬ 
ceeded any that we had ever sent out and 
caused much comment. A few days later I 
chanced to be in the place and mentioned this 
to a resident. ‘Of course it required a large 
coffin for him,’ was the reply. ‘He was bloated 
dreadfully. You see he died of politics of the 
heart.’ ” 

In the general laugh that followed Mr. F. 
L. Lyke was heard saying, “That was odd, 
as politics more often cause a bloated condi¬ 
tion of the head.” 

“I must tell you of a laughable affair that 
transpired last week,” exclaimed Mr. W. D. 
Porter, of the Tracy-Wells Co. “A man from 
near Wooster — Bachelorsville, I think, was 
the name of the place — came here with the 
idea of winning renown as a salesman. The 
boys thought we had better make him ac¬ 
quainted with the town. After introducing 
him to several things, we wandered into the 
Brunswick and decided to have some fun in 
the bowling alley. Well, our supposed ‘inno¬ 
cent’ threw down his first ball, mac|e a strike, 
and after that w r ent through like a veteran 
and quit as high man of the game. We were 
dazed as first and concluded that our antici¬ 
pated fun had gone glimmering. But after a 
time he told a story and then we had a panacea 
for our disappointment; for it was one that 
had been in Noah’s ark originally and had 
been in the hospital for recuperation for sev¬ 
eral centuries, but he told it as though it had 
just happened. We seized the idea and affect¬ 
ing to be wonderfully impressed, had him re¬ 
hearse it for the proprietor. In a few mo¬ 
ments a policeman entered and we exclaimed 

as if by one impulse, ‘Oh, -, must tell you 

of the newest thing out.’ He told it. Later 
we insisted that he should repeat to the waiter 
and afterward everyone that came into the 
place had to listen to it. He hadn’t the faintest 
suspicion that he was not increasing the in¬ 
terest each time that he went over it. This 
was our revenge for his having bowled us 
over earlier in the evening. We were inwardly 
hilarious, if you can conceive of such a state, 
but we didn’t dare to betray it by the move¬ 
ment of an eyelid or the slightest twitching 
of our lips. The next day, or rather later in 
the day, we carried the joke to the house and 
had our traveler relate the same threadbare 
incident to everyone. He had zeal as a nar¬ 
rator, but finally he struck a man whose face 
looked like it was frozen over in July and 
His Serene Iciness Had to spoil our fun or 
we might have continued it indefinitely.” 



YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


“The people in some places have queer 
ideas in regard to us,” mused Mr. Will La- 
cers. “I was in Kentucky once when I had 
immense sample cases with me. While the 
contents of each were displayed for inspection 
in a little country store I was amused when 
an old gentleman entered and ejaculated, with 
the simplicity of a child, ‘Wonder how he 
manages to carry all that?’ He evidently mis¬ 
took me for a pack pedler of some sort and 
admired my strength.” 

Said Mr. E. G. M. Goodman, of the Green¬ 
field & Goodman firm: “I have just thought 
of an instance that occurred when I was a 
traveling salesman. I was going from Little 
Rock to Galveston and a party of gamblers 
were on the train. They laid for me and as 
I was always ready for any new experience, I 
went with them into the smoker for a ‘friendly’ 
game, followed by the compassionate glance 
of a very distinguished gentleman who seemed 
to think that I was a victim. We played for 
some time before an unusually good hand was 
dealt me and one of the gang told me that 
it would do to bet money on it. ‘That’s true; 
what a pity that I lost all mine just a little 
while ago,’ I said, innocently. They were 
disgusted and had no further desire for a 
friendly game. The gentleman whose pity I 
had awakened was the attorney general of the 
state.” 

Said Mr. C. B. Smith, of Studer, Luthy & 
Gregg: “I remember a car episode that had 
its origin in smoke. It was a mixed train 
on the Dresden branch and no smoker was 
attached. A man who had been enjoying a 
meerschaum laid it on the window-sill and 
moved to the rear of the car to speak with a 
friend. A woman seized the pipe and threw 
it out of the window. She had with her a 
poodle which she had been fondling in a man¬ 
ner calculated to excite disgust. When he 
returned, without addressing anyonq, in par¬ 
ticular, he exclaimed : ‘Where’s my pipe ?’ ‘I 
threw it out the window,’ was the defiant re¬ 
tort of the woman. 

Without farther words he picked up the 
poodle and hurled it out the same aperture. 
There was a shriek from the woman, followed 
by the most violent denunciations, hut he an¬ 
swered only with a grim smile. 

“‘You just wait until we get to Warsaw 
and my husband will settle with you,’ she de¬ 
clared. 

“ ‘Very well,’ was the quiet response. I 
know your husband and shall be pleased to 
meet him.’ 


2d~. 

“We were all interested in the outcome of 
the affair, and when we arrived at Warsaw 
these two were the cynosure of all eyes. She 
rushed to her husband and between tears and 
sobs related the fate of her darling. We- 
looked for a row, but just then the little dog 
came trotting up unharmed and while its mis¬ 
tress was rejoicing and its would-be slayer- 
was looking gloomy over his failure, a man 
appeared with his cherished meerschaum, 
which had lodged on the rear step, and every¬ 
thing ended peaceably.” 

“I thought you meant to tell 11 s that the 
husband returned thanks because freed from 
the little pest,” grumbled a New York man, 
while from a woman came the softly spoken 
query: “How far was the train from the 
station when the dog was thrown out?” 

“There’s a question for you, Smith,” cried 
Mr. Archie Sells. “In these days it isn't safe 
to tell anything in the presence of a woman 
unless your statements dovetail. They are all 
turning detectives since that serial appeared in 
The Press. She can’t understand how a 
poodle could run fast enough to come up at 
the most opportune time.” 

‘You’re downed on that story.” 

But, true to himself, the commercial traveler 
answered: “Who said the poodle ran ? I 
haven’t a doubt that he crept along and took 
several naps on the way. It’s you people who- 
have forgotten that we were on an accommo¬ 
dation.” 

“Now, I’ll have to give you a train occur¬ 
rence, and it, like most of our stories, has as 
its central figure a woman,” remarked Mr. E. 
L. Leonard, who represents the wholesale sad¬ 
dlery house of I. H. & F. A. Sells. “One day 
just as we were leaving Norwalk I noticed a 
very sedate old lady. Presently a man with 
sidebeards entered. The next to get on was 
a quiet-looking old farmer, who lived in a 
local option town. In moving around in his 
seat the cork came out of his quart and the 
contents ran over the seat. The old lady, 
whose sense of smell was very acute, looked 
at the gentleman with the sidebeards and said 
to a woman across the aisle, ‘My, you can 
smell liquor on these inebriates a mile away.’ 
It takes a woman to make a man feel uncom¬ 
fortable and do it in such a way that if he 
tries to explain he only succeeds in making 
himself ridiculous.” 

“Yes, and it takes a woman to tell a man 
when to go home,” chimed in a sweet voice. 
“This club must keep up its reputation for 
early hours and sobriety (referring to the fact 


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that no liquors are served in the establish¬ 
ment). Besides, it’s nearly time for the last 
car.” 

Then there was hurry and confusion, the 
dancers were summoned from the forgetful 
maze and came trooping down the stairs; the 
music ceased, good-nights were said and those 
who had drifted into the club room for an 
evening’s pastime separated with no thought 
that the same group would ever meet again; 
truly an illustration of 


“Ships that pass in the night and speak each 
other in passing, 

Only a signal shown and a distant voice in 
the darkness, 

So on the ocean of life we pass and speak 
one another — 

Only a look and a voice, then darkness again 
and a silence.” 

Mary Robson. 



















SUFFRAGE FOR WOMEN 


MISS SOUTHWORTH WOULD HAVE THE BALLOT GIVEN ONLY 

TO THOSE WOMEN 


WHO ARE ABLE TO READ AND WRITE—THE IDEA HAS MET WITH GREAT 

FAVOR IN THE EAST —MRS. STANTON AN ARDENT EXPONENT. 

* 


In a letter received by Mrs. Anna Clark, 
^president of the W. C. T. U. of Ohio, Mrs. 
Louise Southworth, of Cleveland, state super¬ 
intendent of franchise, states that she thinks 
it would be well to offer an amendment to 
the joint resolution or bill for suffrage for 
women. 

It would be that the ballot only be given 
-to the women of Ohio who can read and 
write. Mrs. Southworth thinks that an edu¬ 
cational suffrage would take away the ob¬ 
jection so often made that giving the bal¬ 
lot to women would greatly increase the ig¬ 
norant vote, and that it would be best to have 
this amendment come from the women thern- 
•.selves. 

The legislators who favor the joint resolu¬ 
tion providing for an amendment to the con¬ 
stitution that will permit women to vote at 
.all elections may be gratified to learn what 
support they may expect from women of 
Ohio. 

Mrs. Southworth in speaking of the depart¬ 
ment with which she is most familiar, says 
there are 60 franchise superintendents scat¬ 
tered throughout the state and their com¬ 
bined efforts should awaken a suffrage senti¬ 
ment that will prove of great assistance. 

She also states that one permanent result of 
'the work of suffragists in the past is the 
Ohio enrollment, which now registers 35,674 
names of men and women believing in equal 
•suffrage. Since the enrollment represents the 
-voluntary efforts of friends of the cause, it 
will serve to in some measure contradict the 
oft-repeated assertion of opponents, that 
'“women do not want the ballot.” 

The “educational suffrage” idea has met 
with great favor in the east and in an open 
letter to the members of the American Na¬ 
tional Suffrage association Mrs. Elizabeth 
Cady Stanton touches upon several phases of 


it. She refers to the two bills recently pre¬ 
sented to congress, one on restricting immi¬ 
gration the other on educational suffrage. 

In regard to the first she believes that all 
hardy, common sense laborers should be wel¬ 
comed with the stipulation that they should 
not become a part of our ruling powers until 
they can read and write the English language 
intelligently and understand the principles of 
government. 

She then refers to the fact that we have 
rulers, native and foreign, voting for laws and 
lawmakers, who do not understand the letters 
of the alphabet and declares that this ignorant 
vote is solid against women’s emancipation, 
pointing to some of the western states as an 
illustration of this, for she states that in every 
case where amendments were proposed for 
the enfranchisement of women, this vote has 
been against the measure. She is distressed 
at the apathy of women themselves as to their 
own dignity and duty to the state, and thinks, 
as women are governed by a “male aristoc¬ 
racy," we should be doubly interested in hav¬ 
ing our rulers able to read and write. 

In reference to the statement that the igno¬ 
rant classes need the ballot more than the 
rich, Mrs. Stanton says, “Well, they have had 
it and what have they done to protect their 
own interests? Absolutely nothing, because 
they did not know in what direction those lay 
or by what system of legislation they could 
be lifted out of poverty, vice and ignorance to 
enjoy liberty, justice and equality. To compel 
this class to learn to read and write and thus 
open to them the doors of all knowledge, not 
by force, but by the promise of a privilege 
which all citizens enjoy, would be of such 
ultimate benefit to themselves as well as to 
the state as would compensate for withhold¬ 
ing a minor privilege for a few years.” 





SHALL WOMEN VOTE? 


THE QUESTION IS DEBATABLE, ACCORDING TO THE VIEWS 

EXPRESSED BY THE SOLONS. 


Women suffragists all over the state are 
banded together for thq purpose of objecting 
to the favorable consideration of the pro¬ 
posed repeal of the law giving to women the 
right to vote at school elections. This sub¬ 
ject has been much discussed in focal circles 
and since the introduction by Mr. Hazlett of 
the bill for the repeal of the law the interest 
has deepened. 

Wishing to know the attitude of the sena¬ 
tors and representatives in regard to it a 
random canvass was made as to opinions for 
and against the repeal, Thursday evening, im¬ 
mediately after both houses had adjourned. 

The senators had just experienced the men¬ 
tal strain of trying to look pretty while their 
pictures were taken and that, combined with 
the effects of the flash light, had somewhat 
dazed them; however, a few were able to 
answer the question without time for delibera¬ 
tion. 

Senator Sullivan said: “I am in favor of 
the law remaining as it is now simply because 
the women wish it. That is sufficient rea¬ 
son.” 

Senator Wightman responded: “I am op¬ 
posed to the repeal of this law simply be¬ 
cause there is no real reason why it should be 
repealed.” 

“The law has not been in force long 
enough to judge of its effects, therefore I am 
against any measure to repeal it. I was in 
the house when it was passed and voted for 
it, although I was not an enthusiastic advo¬ 
cate of it. I never thought it would bring 
about the great results that some people 
claimed it would, but wish to see it given 
longer time. I think it will fall through of 
its own accord,” was Senator Dodge’s state¬ 
ment. 

Senator Valentine replied: “I cannot at 
present see why the law should not remain 
as it is now.” 

Senator Garfield said substantially the same 
thing, adding this statement: “The burden of 
proof rests with those opposed to the law.” 


In the house there was not such consensus 
of opinion. Said Mr. Payne: “I don’t think 
the women appreciate the privilege they have 
been given and if they are to be granted suf¬ 
frage on one question it should include all. 
However, I am open to conviction .on this 
and don’t know positively that I shall favor 
its repeal.” 

Mr. Gayman said with emphasis: “I favor 
the repeal outright. The women are indif¬ 
ferent. In my town they don’t vote as if 
they cared particularly for the franchise and 
it is a useless expense.” 

“I will never take a step backward,” was 
Mr. Bracken’s reply. “I was in favor of 
woman’s suffrage when it became a law and 
I am now. They will not only elevate politics, 
but politics will elevate them.” 

“I favor the repeal,” was Mr. Piper’s 
prompt statement. “The right to vote is sel¬ 
dom exercised by women unless it is in some 
mean cause. Let me explain this. I do not 
mean that American women cannot exercise 
the franchise intelligently far more so than 
many of the men, but from personal observa¬ 
tion I am convinced that the majority of 
women who vote are not what I would like 
to call the representative women of our town. 
They are usually those who are induced to 
use this prerogative for some petty, personal 
reason.” 

“I don’t agree with the gentleman,” said 
Mr. Niles. “I think women are just as well 
fitted as men to take a broad view of politics. 
They have demonstrated in many ways that 
they can fill many positions creditably that 
once were considered too great for their in¬ 
tellects.” 

Mr. Kemple’s statement was “The law does 
not amount to anything in our town. He gave- 
numerous instances tending to show that per¬ 
sonal animosity or jealousy were the sole rea¬ 
sons that swayed most women who voted.” 

“I am for the woman’s cause,” was Mr. 
Bell’s reply. 

“I shall be in favor of that which will be 


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-conducive to the greatest good for the great¬ 
est number,” said Mr. Kinney. “I have not 
given this subject the thought that it de¬ 
serves to make a definite .statement in regard 
to it.” 

Mr. Adkins was equally cautious and said 
he had not considered the subject sufficiently 
to reply. 

Mr. Hazlett said the reason he introduced 
that bill and had all the women ready to 
make war on him was that it was an utterly 
useless expense. Very few women availed 
themselves of their opportunities and those 
who did voted as their husbands told them 
' to vote. He was asked as to those who did 
not have husbands and laughingly declared 
that they would always find plenty of men 
willing to instruct them. 

Mr. Bowman answered: “I am against the 
attempt to deprive women of this right.” 

Air. Alorrow said that as he lived in the 
country he had not noticed the expense cited 
h>y some members and should be against any 
changes in the law. 

These were all the members seen on the 
floor of the house, but later a number of 
them were found at the Great Southern. 

The men seen there formed an interesting 
group: Speaker Mason, whose youthful ap¬ 
pearance always excites comment; Mr. Bram- 
ley, with his refined, scholarly countenance; 
Senator Burke, who iinpresses one as being 
possessed of rugged strength physically and 
mentally; Mr. Scott, alert in action and 
thought; Mr. Rutan, with his frank, genial 
manner; Mayor McKisson, smiling and de¬ 
bonair as though if his was not the victor’s 
triumph it was the triumph which follows a 
brave fight. Besides these Air. McConica, 
Judge Ditty, Mr. West and various other well 
known men were present. Although not 
members the question was propounded to 
them also. 

Alayor AIcKisson dodged by saying: “I 
have been so busy of late that I haven’t had 
time to consult my lady constituents as to 
how I should stand on this subject. As soon 
as they tell me how to vote. I’ll give you an 


Judge Ditty interrupted him by exclaiming: 
"You just tell all the members of your sex, 
through the columns of the Press that as soon 
as we send Mayor AIcKisson to the United 
States senate the women shall have anything 
and everything for which they ask. As for 
me I’m for women 16 to 1.” 

“That’s right,” said Air. Scott, “the bolters 
are all for the women.” 

Speaker Mason, in view of his position, was 
non-committal for publication, but stated his 
sentiments clearly and forcibly from a per¬ 
sonal standpoint. 

I shall oppose the attempt to repeal this 
law for one of the best reasons,” remarked 
A-Ir. Rutan. "In my place we have two lady 
members of the board of education and never 
in the history of the schools has there been 
such progress, such united earnest effort in 
the line of teaching. They have shown what 
they can do and we are going to re-elect 
them.” 

Mr. Bramley was as outspoken as while 
on the floor of the house making his great 
effort to defeat M. A. Hanna. He said: “The 
women are nearer to the children than men 
and understand that which will be for their 
best interests much better than men possibly 
can. 

1 hen into the room came a man. big of 
frame and heart. He held in his hand a 
broad, soft hat, for although he has been out 
of the mines for some time Air. Jones has not 
yet abandoned the picturesque headgear typi¬ 
cal of the miner. 

‘‘How do I stand on the woman’s suffrage 
question ? Why, by the women, assuredly. 
This government was founded on the prin¬ 
ciple no taxation without representation and 
I think that is just as good a sentiment now 
as it was in the days of our forefathers, there¬ 
fore, laying all sentimental reasons aside and 
as a mere matter of justice it shall be my 
purpose and pleasure to resist any curtail¬ 
ment of the privileges that women now have. 
On the contrary I shall do all in my power to 
aid them in enlarging their sphere. 


answer. 


REPRESENTATIVE HAZLETT 


HIS BILL TO REPEAL THE LAW GRANTING WOMEN SCHOOL 
SUFFRAGE HAS MADE HIM THE TARGET OF THE 

FAIR SEX. 

f 


Representative Andrew Jackson Hazlett of 
Bucyrus, who has become prominent by in¬ 
troducing house bill 101, to repeal the law 
granting woman school suffrage, is one of the 
youngest and most distinguished-looking of 
the members of the present general assembly. 
He has dark eyes, his hair is quite gray for 
one so young, and with his smoothly-shaven 
face and clear-cut features is quite striking in 
his apearance. Mr. Hazlett is editor and pro¬ 
prietor of the Crawford County News of Bu¬ 
cyrus, for many years owned by Thomas P. 
Hopley. 

Mr. Hazlett stands high in the community 


as a gentleman of honor, intelligent and broad¬ 
minded. He is an active member of the 
Methodist church. 

His mail is of a kaleidoscopic nature, 
threats, appeals, suggestions. A Cincinnati 
woman suggested that as Mr. Hazlett is from 
Crawford county, it would be more appropri¬ 
ate to change the name of the county to 
“Crawfish.” 

Another suggestion was, “A reckless mem¬ 
ber of the legislature named Hazlett has in¬ 
troduced a bill to repeal the school suffrage 
law. He will be Hazed before the women 
get through with him.” 


HAZLETT’S MAIL. 


COMMUNICATIONS BEARING ON THE BILL TO DISFRANCHISE 

THE WOMEN. 


Representative Andrew J. Hazlett, as a 
special mark of his appreciation of the im¬ 
partial methods of The Press which has given 
opinions for and against his law denying the 
right of suffrage to women, has given a 
representative of this paper a glimpse at the 
many letters received in his mail bearing on 
the subject. 

Mr. Hazlett is' an editor and keeps up the 
tradition that nothing short of bullets or 
knives is effective in the way of criticism 
with members of his profession, for the ex¬ 
pression of his face never changed during the 
perusal of the most scathing rebukes. 

From the large pile of letters, the following 
were made: 


Mrs. Rose L. Legur, of Toledo, a member 
of the executive committee of the New Cen¬ 
tury Club, wrote: “It was with great sorrow 
and astonishment that progressive women of 
Toledo learned that you had introduced a bill 
to remand them wholly to the degradation of 
disfranchisement from which Ohio’s enlight¬ 
ened and chivalrous legislators had sought to 
elevate them by extending the trifling right of 
school suffrage.” After referring to the 
causes assigned against woman suffrage 
brought out in the discussion of the matter at 
Cleveland when the subject was up in that 
city, Mrs. Legur continues: “In common jus¬ 
tice, no man living has the right to deny me 
the citizenship which places me in the cate- 


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gory of voters. I am not an idiot, a lunatic, 
a criminal or a minor, and if I were the only 
woman in Ohio demanding the right to vote 
that right should not be withheld, because of 
ignorance, prejudice and custom. I conjure 
you as a free born American to think of the 
republics of Greece and Rome which died be¬ 
cause the mothers could not give to their sons 
the inheritance of freedom for their slaves.” 

Charles S. Cock, of Canton, writes: “ I 
commend you for your effort to repeal the 
law giving women the right of suffrage and 
would gladly encourage you to persist ener¬ 
getically in that direction. 

V. O. Peters, of Shelby, O. — “Democrats, 
Republicans, men and even women would like 
to see the law repealed and I believe it is the 
general verdict all over Ohio.” 

Robert Parguellis, Hull Prairie, O.—“I 
understand you are favoring a bill to repeal 
the law giving the women the right to vote 
for members of the school board, and are do¬ 
ing this because the women fail to turn out 
and vote. You are wrong in this and unjust 
because in many places the men do not turn 
out and vote and on the same reasoning you 
would disfranchise every voter in the state 
because they fail to exercise the right of 
franchise.” 


John Skinner, clerk of the board of educa¬ 
tion of Gratis, O., has his own ideas on the 
subject, and expresses them in his communi¬ 
cation. He favors a repeal of the law or 
amending it so that the election shall be 
placed under the control of the school board. 
In support of his position he says that at his 
place there was an arrangement by which the 
school children were supplied with pens, 
books, paper and all requisites free of charge, 
but that the method did not suit some and 
they marshaled all the women in the district 
and overthrew the system. This, he says, was 
acomplished by 13 women, ten of whom were 
not mothers of children. 

T. S. Hogan, an attorney at Wellston, 
writes, extending his congratulations to Mr. 
Hazlett upon introducing the bill and assur¬ 
ing him that the wrath of the cranks in the 
state would be brought upon his head, and 
that the good will of the right thinking people 
would be with him. Concluding, he says: 
“Women have a noble and useful sphere, but 
while the womanly women fail to vote and the 
cranks never miss the opportunity to do so, 
no good results can come of the existing law. 
I would rather be the author of the repeal of 
this law than have the honor of the mother of 
the Gracchi.” 


WOMAN’S SUFFRAGE. 


INTERESTING INTERVIEWS WITH SOME LEADING WOMEN 

OF COLUMBUS. 


“What do you think of the proposed repeal 
of the law giving to the women of Ohio the 
right to vote?” 

This question was propounded to a number 
of statesmen and their answers were given in 
The Sunday Press. Although many of them 
championed the cause of women and the state¬ 
ments made indicated that they would make a 
gallant defense of the existing law it was 
deemed but just and proper that for once in 
their lives at least women should be permitted 
to speak for themselves. So the same query 
was addressed to a number of these women 
of Columbus and their answers conclusively 


proved that women are interested and have 
been thinking of this subject. 

Mrs. Anna Clark, president of the W. C. T. 
U., said: 

“The law granting suffrage to women at all 
elections pertaining to school affairs should 
not be repealed. First because they are taxed 
to support the schools and our government is 
founded on the principle of ‘no taxation with¬ 
out representation.’ Second, because we are 
compelled to send our children to the schools 
whether the management is good or bad. 
Third, because the law has not been in the- 
statute books long enough to educate the- 






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women in the modus operandi of the polls, es¬ 
pecially as in many cities and towns of the 
state, constantly changing local restrictions 
and ordinances have been passed to confuse 
and discourage the women from voting. The 
reason given by Mr. Hazlett for the repeal of 
the law, viz, the increased expense of extra 
paraphernalia, can be obviated by giving ‘silent 
constituency’ a right to vote at all elections; 
then will this republic be in truth, as it is now 
in name, a government by the consent of all 
the governed.” 

Mrs. Mary W. Castle, president of Twenty- 
first district W. C. T. U., voiced her senti¬ 
ments in these words : 

“Women have every natural right to vote 
man has. Having taken one step in the direc¬ 
tion of justice it would be unjust to recede. 
It is too soon to judge of the practical work¬ 
ings of the law. Women unfranchised from 
infancy could not be expected to fit themselves 
for or promptly avail themselves of the privi¬ 
lege. Give us a little time and see if we 
are false or indifferent to the trust reposed 
by the law. 

“As no remuneration attaches to any of¬ 
fice woman is eligible to under the law, no 
objection should come from upbuilders. of the 
spoils system. This being the only franchise 
privilege which can be given as under the 
constitution of Ohio, the last legislature did 
what they could for us and we trust this hon¬ 
orable body will not undo their work. Women 
being the God appointed educators of youth, 
please give us a voice in the management of 
the educational system to which they are 
transferred from the nursery.” 

Mrs. Canfield, wife of the president of the 
O. S. U., replied: “I am always in favor of 
woman’s suffrage on this question and I am 
much disappointed that they do not take more 
interest in the privilege which has been 
granted them. However, one must not be too 
impatient, for results and enlarged opportuni¬ 
ties will undoubtedly bring about greater ap¬ 
preciation.” 

Mrs. Milne, president of the Sorosis club, 
responded: “I am not at all in sympathy 
with woman’s suffrage in a general way, but 
where it touches the home life so closely as in 
this case. I think they should have it.” 

Mrs. F. B. Everett, president of the Round 
Table club, answered: “If they can accom¬ 
plish anything I am in favor of the law as it 


now exists. Women experience more anxi¬ 
ety and greater care for the welfare of chil¬ 
dren than men, and they have better oppor¬ 
tunities for studying the needs of those who 
are trained and educated in our schools.” 

Miss Margaret Sutherland, principal of the 
Normal schools, rejoined: “I am emphatically 
in favor of woman suffrage on the educational 
issue. The fact that they have not yet done 
much proves nothing. All great reforms move 
slowly. In the high schools more young 
women finish the course than men, so they 
are better adapted to know the needs of the 
schools. 

Mrs. Carpenter, wife of the former sena¬ 
tor, said: “I should never have been in favor 
of the law in the first place. Of course, every 
one’s ideas are largely formed by their sur¬ 
roundings, and my life has always been so 
complete that I have never experienced any 
desire to reach out for other things. Yet 
I have-no wish to stand in the way of those 
who care for the franchise.” 

“When it comes ‘in the line of duty I think 
every woman should take up matters that tend 
toward the betterment of others, no matter 
how well satisfied they may be with their own 
condition,” remarked Mrs. E. E. Corwin. 

Mrs. S. H. Barrett answered: “I am op¬ 
posed to the repeal because I think this is a 
right, and it is only a small portion of what 
is inalienable right. Women are citizens and 
taxpayers, and as such should have enfran¬ 
chisement on all subjects.” 

Mrs. Lewis Sells’ statement was: “The bill 
granting school suffrage'to women should not 
be repealed, for they have taken, and at all 
times will take, greater interest in the educa¬ 
tional welfare of the children, having more 
time to devote to the study of child character.” 

Mrs. John Cavers, president of the Poly¬ 
glot club, laughingly replied: “You must en¬ 
lighten me a little on this subject. As I have 
only been in Ohio a year, I may not under¬ 
stand it sufficiently to give an opinion.” 

Half a dozen women told her all about it 
simultaneously, and out of the labyrinth Mrs. 
Cavers was heard saying: “I should be 
against the repeal, for in Canada, my coun¬ 
try before coming here, we were so accus¬ 
tomed to voting on the school boards and on 
all municipal affairs that I should not like to 
think of my adopted state taking a step back¬ 
ward.” 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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CHIEF JUSTICE BURKET. 


3 Y. & Y. F. 




GLIMPSES OF THE SUPREME COURT. 


You are tired of the hurry-skurry, pell- 
mell noise and activity of High street and 
would fain avoid the feverish rush in which 
those who spend the greater part of their 
time down town seem to live? 

Fortunately, i t 
is but a few steps 
to where it is si¬ 
lent and repose¬ 
ful. You would 
like to go there? 
Then come with 
me to the state- 
house. I always 
feel a sensation of 
awe in this place. 

It may be due to 
the impressive 
surroundings. The 
massive oak doors, 
the lofty walls 
and arches, the 
subdued harmony 
of color, the ju¬ 
dicial bench, and, 
more than all else, 
the pictured faces 
that fill the mind 
with thoughtful¬ 
ness. 

Hitchcock, 
Waite, Swan, 
Swayne, Ewing, 
and other illus¬ 
trious men who 

have filed all pe¬ 
titions of redress, reclaimer, disclaimer or 
demurrer in the court of courts and have 

learned the issue thereof, seem to gaze with 
mournful compassion upon fixed forms, parch¬ 
ment records and terrestrial justice. But as 
though the souls which once animated their 
bodies would convey to mortals the com¬ 
forting message, “Be patient; all the petty 

vexations, fruitless anxieties, vain prospects, 
uncertain speculations, the bad jumble of er¬ 
rors and voiceless purposes and all the weari¬ 
ness and heartsickness which follow injustice 
shall in a little moment be no more.” How 
self vanishes like a coward when confronted 

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by such a thought! How weak and insignifi¬ 
cant seem pride or pain and all the vain gew¬ 
gaws of pomp and power! But, shades of the 
departed! Where have we drifted? Into a 
country churchyard, it would seem. 

Some people have taken seats near desks 
in the chamber of the court of courts. It 
will be interesting to watch them. Why do 
they rise as if by one impulse? Ah, the 
judges are entering. A grave and majestic 
body! 

Do I know the judges? Of course not. 
Who does know anyone in these days when 
one’s dearest friends prove enigmas and the 
best one can do is to be consoled by the re¬ 
flection that in general the inexplicable is not 
worth solving? But I see these men fre¬ 
quently and have talked with them, if that’s 
what you mean. 

That’s Chief Justice Burket in the middle. 
Notice the close attention he gives that lawyer 
and the earnestness with which he asks a ques¬ 
tion. Observe how carefully he examines that 
map, as if every minute detail was given the 
most profound consideration. In ordinary 
conversation he displays that same attribute, 
but he is more animated than one would im¬ 
agine from seeing him on the bench, where 
every word is so deliberate. He illustrates 
his remarks by gestures an<3 there is a rich' 
vein of humor in all he says. He has a joy¬ 
ous temperament, founded upon a generous 
mind. Judge Burket is a member of the 
Sons of the Revolution, his father having 
served in the bodyguard to Washington. He 
belongs to several other fraternal societies and 
devotes some time to business as president 
and director of the American bank at Findlay, 
Ohio, where his family live. You could not 
talk to Judge Burket but a few minutes be¬ 
fore learning that he is most domestic in his 
tastes. With a smile as naive as that of a 
child he told me how he spent most of his 
time while in the home circle. 

The gentleman who just asked a question 
is Judge Williams. When he was a' member 
of the general assembly he was considered a 
leader and a very powerful debater. In talk¬ 
ing with him now one notices the same clear¬ 
ness and force which distinguished him then. 































































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but a paramount characteristic is his ability 
as a listener. From the moment he, with a 
slight inclination of the head indicative of 

deference, turns to one who addresses him, 
until the close of any talk, however unim¬ 
portant, he never loses the grave courtesy of 
manner which wins confidence and good will. 

Judge Williams was chosen as the first chief 
justice of the circuit court of Ohio and was 
the first dean of the faculty of the law de¬ 
partment of the Ohio State University. He is 
a great worker, is possessed of a strong 

frame, and this is supplemented by health 

and intellectual force. 

Who is the gentleman with the remarkable 
eyes? Ah, you have noticed them at this 

distance, but, if you were to meet that direct 
gaze you would think a searchlight had been 
upon your soul. Not that the glance is un¬ 
kind — it simply takes your measurement and 
if that is satisfactory, all is well. So if you 
ever have occasion to talk with Judge Shauck, 
drop all that is artificial and be perfectly nat¬ 
ural. He detests shams and sees through 
them more quickly than most men. 

The judge plays billiards, enjoys a good 
cigar, talks with ease on any subject and is in 
short an all-round man, popular with all with 
whom he comes in contact. He makes one 
feel if a man’s head is in the clouds his 
feet can still touch the earth and the weighty 
affairs of state seem to move as serenely as if 
he wrapped himself in a mantle of dignity 
and hauteur. He laughingly declares he has 
never been able to acquire a dignified manner, 
but that it may come when he is older. You 
think there is something suggestive of the 
dash of the soldier about him? So did I 
and asked him if he had seen military service. 

“Nothing to speak of,” was the reply. “I 
enlisted in the civil war, but was only out 
four months, so that don’t count; but, if you 
wish to see a real soldier look there.” The 
judge gazed with keen admiration at Mr. 
Barrows, the second assistant librarian, who 
was standing near, and continued: “That man 
went out to fight and he remained with it to 
the end. He did not get sick or go to the 
hospital or ask for an indefinite leave of ab¬ 
sence because the hardships of war were too 
much for him. He had that valuable attri¬ 
bute known as endurance, and he never gave 
up either in the toil of the camp or the grip 
of the battle.” Judge Shauck spoke with 
great earnestness and it is doubtful if he was 
ever more eloquent than when extolling the 
bravery of another. He closed with the 
words, “He was a magnificent soldier.” 


It may have been fancy, but there seemed 
to be an accent of regret in his voice, not for 
the laurels which another had won, but as 
though his own exalted position faded into 
insignificance before the record of a soldier 
from the ranks. Judge Shauck is, as his name 
indicates, of German descent, but his ances¬ 
tors came to America before the revolution 
and he was born in Ohio. 

That’s Mr. Bar rows — the gentleman in the 
gray suit — he has changed his colors, but he 
has still the nature which distinguished him 
when he wore the blue. The badge of the U. 
V. L., which adorns his coat, is something of 
which he is very proud — there are none who 
would not appreciate such an insignia of 
merit. 

The large man to the left of the chief jus¬ 
tice is Judge Bradbury. He is most cordial 
in his manner and could, if he liked, give you 
many reminiscences of army service prior to 
the war of the rebellion. Among the -most in¬ 
teresting of these is an expedition against the 
Mormons under General Johnston, the dis¬ 
tinguished Confederate, and the transporta¬ 
tion of government supplies to the joint com¬ 
mission of the United States and Great Brit¬ 
ain when they were arranging the Northwest¬ 
ern boundary. 

Judge Bradbury’s family live near Pomeroy, 
where he has a stock farm in which he is 
much interested. He becomes enthusiastic 
when talking of it. He is a member of the 
Columbus Whist club and is quite fond of the 
game. “Perhaps too fond to suit some peo¬ 
ple.” he said recently with a merry twinkle 
in his eyes. “But then I don’t mind that,” he 
continued, “for I delight in it and think we 
must have some amusements.” He also oc¬ 
casionally knocks a tenpin. 

These relaxations do not interfere with his 
work for he is noted for quickness of per¬ 
ception and grasp of principles. A prominent 
member of the bar has said of him that in 
the process of sifting out the unimportant 
facts from those which are material and 
reaching a full understanding of the question 
in controversy, Judge Bradbury is especially 
strong. 

You have noticed that one of the judges 
bears a striking resemblance to Dickens. That 
is Judge Minshall, or it might be better to 
say Captain Minshall, for he has that honor¬ 
able title, and it• is not an empty one. He was 
among the first to respond to his country’s 
call in the hour of need, although he had 
just been admitted to the bar. Have you 
ever stood mute before a great painting and 




JUDGE SHAUCK. 



JUDGE BRADBURY. JUDGE SPEAR. 


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felt that, "Back of the canvas which throbs, 
the painter stands hinted and hidden?” One 
feels that way in the presence of Judge Min- 
shall, for back of the chill — almost haughty 
reserve — of the scholar, stands the man of 
true and simple energy, of high and daunt¬ 
less courage. He demonstrated he was the 
possessor of these qualities before he won 
renown at the bar, for that intellectual face 
was turned toward the foe at Perrysville, 
Stone River, Hoover’s Gap, Lookout Mount¬ 
ain, Missionary Ridge and the battles in front 
of Atlanta. 

It is not surprising that the fighting spirit 
should exist and win distinction in one who 
began the battle of life at the age of six, when 
he lost the best friend a man ever has. At 
nine he worked in a woolen factory. Then 
came the usual struggle of those who desire 
knowledge, and have only limited opportuni¬ 
ties to gratify the wish. There was the de¬ 
sultory attendance of school, the teaching 
while study was continued, until competent to 
enter his profession; then his army service, 
after which came the practice of law at Chilli- 
cothe, his present home. 


One of the oldest lawyers in Columbus, 
Captain Clark, told me that when Judge Min- 
shall was on the common pleas bench he was 
noted for his quickness in seeing the points 
of a case and arriving at a precedent. His 
charges and opinions show thought and care, 
while his attainments are the practical results 
of hard work. His life is indeed a proof 
that resolve, effort, action and intensity of 
endeavor will eventually surmount many ob¬ 
stacles. 

Just one more Judge to tell you about. He 
is Judge Spear. He is very dignified, pre¬ 
cise and methodical in his habits and is 
rather domestic in his tastes. He is fond of 
taking his family to some resort for the sum¬ 
mer vacation. Much as it would aid them 
in the preparation of their judicial opinions, 
Mr. Spear is the only one of the judges who 
learned the printer’s trade. He served an ap¬ 
prenticeship on the Trumbull Whig and Tran¬ 
script at Warren, worked in The Herald of¬ 
fice in New York and was a compositor and 
proof reader with the Appletons. 


NOT JUDGES. 

THERE ARE OTHERS ABOUT THE SUPREME COURT 


That corner over there partly partitioned off 
by bookcases is used as an office by Mr. Ran¬ 
dall, court reporter. He has LL. B. and LL. 
M. and half a dozen other things tacked to 
his name. One could not remember all of 
them. He is a member of the Delta Kappi 
Epsilon College and Phi Delta Law School 
fraternities, is professor of commercial law 
at the O. S. U. and has been engaged as re¬ 
porter for over two years. He is a member 
of the Society of the American Sons of Revo¬ 
lution, the American Historical Association 
and secretary of the Ohio State Archaeological 
society, and is a force in literary and political 
circles. Do you wonder that he does not sink 
beneath all the learning this seems to imply? 
A lesser man would, but he ever seems ani¬ 
mated by an exhaustless tide of thought and 
aspiration. 


Diligent in duty and fervent in spirit al¬ 
ways, his work is ever characterized by cheer¬ 
fulness. He is a man of such versatility and 
engaged in so many different pursuits, in each 
of which he is successful, that one wonders 
how he accomplished so much without ever 
seeming to be worried. Whether he lectures 
or writes or engages in conversation with a 
friend, one feels the individuality which in¬ 
vests him with interest and enables him to 
impress others with whatever has possession 
of his own mind. 

A few days ago he came in and, without 
seeming to pause to collect his thoughts, said 
to the stenographer. Miss Myer: “We will 
finish this up at once,” referring to an article 
on supreme court reporters. Then I wish 
you could have heard him while her nimble 
fingers went racing over the keys of the type- 





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writer, trying to keep .pace with his thoughts 
as they were expressed in language. His 
closing words were: 

“Shakespeare’s favorite character must have 
been mindful of the faithful performance of 
the functions of this office when, in his dying 
words, he enjoins Horatio, now quote, ‘Re¬ 
port me and my calls aright.’ That’s the 
grand finale, young lady; we will now have 
blue lights, witching strains of music and the 
curtain fall. Then, glancing rapidly over the 
type-written sheets, he exclaimed: “Oh, see 
here; Hamlet is dead, but we don’t want him 
laid out yet. This is Hamlad. Correct it, 
please. Leave that for the compositor? Not 
much! He may be drunk when he sets it up, 
and in that case he. would not know “b” from 
a beanpole.’ 

It was a good opportunity to ask if he spoke 
from experience, but a lawyer diverted his at¬ 
tention by saying: . 

“How are you to-day?” 

“Fair to middling, with a tendency toward 
the latter,” was the response. Then, turning 
to a boy who had just entered, he laughingly 
said: “Will you take me or my check? The 
check? I am glad of that, for it’s good, and 
I am not.” 

Addressing Miss Myer again, he continued: 
“We must see that proof;” then rapidly dic¬ 
tated a letter to the publishers. After the let¬ 
ter was read and approved, he soliloquized: 
I suppose he will kick like a government mule 
on the length of this article, but what could 
he expect of fourteen people.” Then he 
continued reflectively: “I have had some 
trouble obtaining data for this, but I have 
finally dug out all the reporters and dished 
them up,” with a quizical smile, Miss Meyer 
will. be sorry when I send these old fellows 
away. They have been hanging around here 
for so long." 

“Yes,” said Miss Myer with gentle irony, 
“I wish you would write another article like 
this; it has been so lovely.” 

At this juncture Mr. Randall began search¬ 
ing for his notebook, which he needed for 
some reference before going to the university 
to lecture. 

“You seldom take it home, and you had it 
Monday when you went with Judge Shauck,” 
said Miss Myer in a contemplative tone, as 
though following some line of thought by 
which it could be traced. “Did you have 
your overcoat ? Perhaps it’s in it.” 

“No; that’s one thing of which I am per¬ 
fectly certain, for I caught cold, rheumatism, 


nightmare and half a dozen other things by 
going without it.” 

I have been telling you of Mr. Randall 
when he was talking in a haphazard way, but 
you should hear him at other times. In his 
eloquence he has a power which wealth can¬ 
not purchase — a charm that position cannot 
command. You are anxious to see so su¬ 
perior a man? Then have your wish. ,There 
he is now. That’s him near the door. Did 
you expect to see a giant in stature, as well 
as intellect? Just as if it were always the tall, 
lithe people, or those who loom up so grandly, 
that sway the hearts and minds of men. 

In regard to Miss Myer, she has been here 
seven years and is familiar with every detail 
of the work. She is a valuable assistant. She 
never disturbs the equanimity of those about 
her by the divine discontent of which we hear 
so much. She has no literary or musical as¬ 
pirations and is a member of but one club. 
Outside of the office work her tastes are 
domestic. As Mr. Randall expressed it, “She 
can attend strictly to work as she has no side 
issues.” She is of medium size, fair of face, 
with blue eyes and chestnut hair. 

The gentleman who limps as he walks is 
Mr. Beebe, the librarian. He sprained his 
ankle some time ago and has not yet re¬ 
covered from the effects of it. In the 32 
years that he has been here he has not only 
become familiar with the titles and subjects 
of countless books, but he has studied law, 
was admitted to the bar. He has also com¬ 
piled and edited numerous volumes in regard 
to Ohio Reports and in his acquaintance with 
the biography of the law it is not likely he 
has a superior. Then, too, his life-long ser¬ 
vice here has given him an opportunity to 
study manners and men. That he has availed 
himself of it is apparent when in a reminiscent 
mood he relates little incidents of the people 
who come and go. He is an enthusiast on 
outdoor sports, especially fishing and canoe¬ 
ing, and is one of the directors of the Cas- 
talia club; is accomplished in music and once 
served as an organist in the leading churches 
of Columbus. 

Speaking of Mr. Randall, he said: “With 
all his other attributes, he is a most loyal 
friend. I know what I am talking about 
when I make this statement. When we were 
boys we lived upon opposite corners, but 
across the alley was stretched a wire, at each 
end of wffiich was a spool arrangement so con¬ 
structed that we could send messages back 
and forth during brief intervals of separation. 


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39 


I don’t know that I can give a better proof 
of our friendship than to say that the wire 
is still up between us.” 

Mr. Beebe is very optimistic or else singu¬ 
larly fortunate, for every one about him is 
just the right sort of person — to hear him 
tell of them. He spoke of Mr. Barrows being 
as faithful in the discharge of his duties now 
as he was in the days of severe campaigning, 
and referred to Mr. McAllister as an energetic 
man who understood his work and was cheer¬ 
ful and anxious to please those with whom he 
associated. 

Mr. Beebe spoke of his first assistant not 
only in connection with the library, but as a 
writer, and incidentally said: “It is a great 
pity he is a bachelor. He is so deuced hand¬ 
some some girl should capture him.” 

Describe him? Oh, I could not do the sub¬ 
ject justice. But as you are a connoisseur on 
handsome men and would like to see him, 
we’ll step over to the library and let you say 
if the appellative given him by Mr. Beebe was 
deserved or not. 

Yes, your skirt hangs straight and your 
powder is even, but it will all be of no avail. 
He is wedded to his books and lives in a 
world apart from his fellow-creatures — the 
world of thought. 

Is not this intellectual atmosphere with a 
vengeance? Most too rare to be comfortable. 
Now look over the top of that desk and be- 
“hold the man. 

You think he might have stepped from the 
pages of romance with that gray hair in such 
peculiar contrast to the flashing eyes and the 
face which it shadows — the face of a man 
of 30 wherein delicacy, brilliancy and power 
are blended. 

Serene, well poised, imperturbable, he reads, 
dreams and writes; but there was a time 
when he did more — he lived, and it is the 
mark of that life which gleams from behind 
the veil of conventional calm that invests him 
with interest. Do you say this is imagination 
and that he shows no trace of ever having 
been other than the student or scholar amid 
refining influences? Then let me tell you that 
the intellectual fire was kindled at the forge 
where he toiled in boyhood; that his charac¬ 
ter was hammered and shaped on the anvil 
of adverse circumstances and his manner was 
polished on the wheel of contact with the 
rough experiences of life; he has lived in 
the turmoil, the wild reckless noise and clash 
of a mining town where he was employed in 
a company .store; he has been hotel clerk and 


assistant postmaster, has handled freight, ex¬ 
press and ticket business, worked •at the 
Union station as night expressman and while 
there found time to read law under Judge 
Nash, who secured for him the position of 
resident deputy clerk of the United States 
court. He afterward finished his studies in 
the law office of Judge Gilmore and was ad¬ 
mitted to the bar. He has been deputy clerk 
of the supreme court and a member of the 
city council. 

He is also an Odd Fellow, a Presbyterian, 
an Elk, and a member of the Iroquois and 
Philos clubs. Yet despite all this he is con¬ 
sidered almost a literary recluse, because he 
does not frequent society. His name? You 
will think it came from the pages of romance 
also. It is Hartzell Caldwell. 

Now we’ll go into the consultation room. 
Of course the tea service would attract your 
attention first. It is singular to see that which 
is so suggestive of home coziness, but a few 
years ago one of the judges was so fond of tea 
that an arrangement was made whereby water 
could be heated and the beverage concocted 
here. Just imagine a dignified judge sitting 
back in that rocker sipping tea from a fragile 
cup like this. It would be a sight for men 
and gods. The robe of judicial severity 
would surely be discarded at such a time. 
This is the judges’ workshop but as you see, 
there are few places where labor is performed 
amid more attractive surroundings. 

We’ll go on to the clerk’s office. There is 
a great deal of work done here. The young 
man at the typewriter is Allan Taylor, cor¬ 
responding clerk. 

Captain Allen, the clerk, is conspicuous in 
the political arena of his county (Athens), 
and is considered a force there, but whether 
in public or private life, he wins reverential 
homage, for he carries always with him a 
pathetic but proud reminder of a day at 
Vicksburg — an empty coatsleeve. All the 
world knows the history of that day and the 
terrible onslaught which Sherman pronounced 
a more desperate assault than that of. Napo¬ 
leon at the bridge of Lodi. Captain Allen 
was in charge of a company of 28, all that 
were left of the original hundred, but the 
gallant little band was launched into the car¬ 
nage, and when it was over three-fourths of 
their number had fallen, either killed outright 
or frightfully wounded. A hand grenade 
thrown from a fort shattered the captain’s 
arm, and for hours he was left unconscious 
among the slain and mangled. You would 


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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


like to hear the story from the captain? You 
will be fortunate if you do. Once in twelve 
years have I heard him refer to it, and then 
only in an incidental way, when he forgot 
his reserve and talked of the men who were 
with him in that unsparing slaughter. In 
speaking of them he betrayed an undercurrent 
of feeling that was a revelation to those who 
thought they knew him well. His voice lost 
the slightly sarcastic tone habitual to him and 
became gravely tender, almost mournful. Of 
his comrades there are no words too good for 
him to say. For them or theirs there is no 
service too great for him to render, but of his 
own feelings after that superb charge, when 
returning consciousness revealed the horrors 
of his surroundings, he will not speak. Per¬ 
haps the memory of it brings too keen a pain 
to permit of any words. 

Captain Allen steps so gently, moves 
with such ease, smiles with such languid 
resignation when people and business are 
crowding and seems so utterly indifferent to 
all things about him that it is difficult to 
think of him as one whom comrades designate 
“A very devil in the fight.” 

The gentleman manipulating the red tape is 
Captain Dana, deputy clerk. The distinct 
force of heredity is apparent here, for he, like 
his kinsmen, who have made the name famous 
throughout the world, is one of the most 
original thinkers. He lacks the knack of 
stringing words together in smooth sounding 
phrases, but gems of thought come to his lips 
and when he can find no words fitting to 
convey them to you he gets impatient and 
throws them at you without polish or setting. 
At times he will pause in the midst of his 
work and in musing tone present that which 
startles by its strangeness then again he will 
break off from the merry strain which he has 
been whistling, and just as though he were 
resuming the thread of a previous conversa¬ 
tion, launch into some historical subject; or 
it may be he will by some quaint idiomatic 
expression, send the mind out into that which 
has hitherto been to it an unexplored region. 
He is most methodical in his work and is by 
taste and habit a student and a reader, while 
his chirography is something wonderful in its 
beauty in this day of typewriters and almost 
illegible scratchings of the pen. 

Just now he is reading Revelations and is 
comparing the prophecies of old with the re¬ 
ligious, social and political disturbances, the 
controversies, upheavals, reactions and revolu¬ 
tions of this age. He tried to show me some 


connection, but, lost in the labyrinth, I floun¬ 
dered so desperately he gave it up in disgust. 

One can understand him better when he 
gets out of the Bible and proceeds to answer 
a telephone call. That telephone is the bane 
of his life. Someone will call up the office, 
but unless special inquiry is made for him 
he won’t go near it; if, as is often the case* 
information is desired that he alone can fur¬ 
nish, he gives the matter due consideration 
and usually gets to the ’phone about the time 
central or the other party rings off. 

Then you should hear him; it’s one of the 
rare instances when he has no peer in com¬ 
mand of language. Perhaps repetition of cer¬ 
tain words results in fluency, but at any rate 
they, are sent out with force. For a few 
moments one expects to see the dome and 
roof go floating off into space, then the at¬ 
mosphere clears and with a few picturesque 
allusions to the idiots who don't know what 
they want to know nor when they want to 
know it, and who might find something better 
to do than keeping that bell a ting-a-linging 
all- the time, the captain resumes work. 

Bluff and blunt as his speech, his laugh is 
so genial that it disarms all fear, and none 
who know him would hestitate to ask of him 
a kindness. His sturdy character and integ¬ 
rity win profound respect, and all who come 
in contact with him instantly feel he is a man 
who would not only keep his word inviolate* 
but would adhere strictly to those silent com¬ 
pacts which to loyal natures are as binding 
as verbal or written statements. 

Now there is Mr. Pickering, another deputy 
clerk. That half-smoked cigar claims atten¬ 
tion. It has always been half-smoked, and he 
is never seen without it. He is quite as de¬ 
voted also to that little skull cap as to that 
fragment of weed, and wherever you see Mr. 
Pickering these two companions are conspicu¬ 
ous. It may be that they are factors con¬ 
ducive to his evenness of temper which is re¬ 
markable — the cap warning worry that it 
must pass over his head and the cigar keeping 
his mouth shut when things go wrong; for 
Mr. Pickering was never known to get excited 
or bothered. Amid all the casual talk of the 
office and the rush and discussion of business 
his countenance is always indicative of mild 
and kindly repose, yet he can see through the 
most intricate and perplexing questions, and 
can arrange and dispose of difficulties with 
marvelous skill. 

He is never in a hurry, yet never behind 
with his work — always cool and collected. 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


41 


Equalier would best describe him, for in his 
presence the excitable are soothed and the de¬ 
spondent comforted. He exercises a silent 
influence that is more potent than command, 
advice or entreaty. It must be due to that 
innate strength that controls his own emo¬ 
tions and actions. He rarely speaks, but 
when he does he creates more merriment than 
any man in the office, for he is the possessor 
of that attribute known as dry humor. z 

If you wish to interest Mr. Pickering, just 
mention fishing; he will be all attention in a 
moment. One day when I was complaining 
of ill luck in that line, Mr. Pickering paused 
in his work long enough to give me a recipe. 
It was, ‘Spit on the hook in place of the bait. 


You don't see the point? Of course not. The 
bait covers it.” 

Mr. Pickering was a soldier, too. Yes three 
in this office have seen service. What a 
grand thing it would be if all who had fought 
for their country could have places where they 
woud be free from the corroding care that 
makes dark the closing days of many of the 
boys who, in the early sixties, thought that 
individual life was of little worth compared 
to that of the nation. 

You have now seen these men as they ap¬ 
pear at work, and as there is no more crucial 
test of a man than the manner in which he 
conducts himself while engaged in his daily 
task, you perhaps have some idea of their 
characters. Mary McGill. 



E. 0. RANDALL. 













IN THE GOVERNOR’S OFFICE 


TWO WOMEN TALK. 


Said One: 

“Notice that tiny flag in the hand of the 
tfigure on the lamp. Whoever placed it there 
must have intended to symbolize freedom up¬ 
held by enlightenment. Perhaps it was 
Colonel Rodgers. He usually sits at that 
desk.” 

“Who’s Colonel Rodgers?” 

“Where have you lived that you do not 
know. He’s Governor Bushnell’s private 
secretary and was formerly a newspaper man. 
Probably no man in the state is better fitted 
by nature and acquirements for this place 
for he is a man of wide culture who can 
adapt himself to environments and be at ease 
in a cabin, a court or a drawing room: a man 
who can judge of character and meet the 
various types that come here with quick com¬ 
prehension of existing differences; who can 
interpret silence almost as well as speech, 
one who can be firm to-day and yield with 
consummate grace to-morrow; in truth, a 
born diplomat.” 

“How I’d like to meet a man who seems 
within approximate distance of the ideal.” 

“Let the satire pass for you would like to 
know Colonel Rodgers. He’s in the private 
office. When he comes out I’ll introduce you 
but when you meet him prepare to have your 
picture taken for the instant your hand rests 
in his, your face will be photographed upon 
his mind never to be effaced. To this will 
be tacked your name and although both may 
be stored with hundreds of others unnoticed 
for years, Colonel Rodgers will not forget 
either. This faculty is one of the factors con¬ 
ducive to his popularity as it was with Blaine 
who remembered all whom he met no matter 
how obscure. 

Not long ago I asked Colonel Rodgers if 
this .attribute were natural or acquired. His 
reply was: 

It’s a mixture of both. It was always easy 
for me to remember faces then I began to 
associate the names with features and this was 
developed until now it is done almost invol¬ 
untarily. 


Another of Colonel Rodgers’s characteris¬ 
tics is the power that causes his simplest 
words to be remembered. Added to this he 
has sympathy in human affairs that strikes 
through all reserve without awakening resent¬ 
ment. I recall that in my first talk with him 
I told him that I meant to go to the Mecca 
of all who aspire to write. 

“Did he appreciate your confidence?” 

“Yes, but not half as much as he would 
appreciate your wit.” 

‘Seriously then what did he say?” 

“Just at first he didn’t say anything and 
he seemed to be looking straight through me 
at something else until I thought he had not 
heard the tremendous importance of my re¬ 
mark, then with the freemasonry of the news¬ 
paper world that doesn’t apologize or explain, 
but takes it for granted that the best motive 
will be ascribed, he said: 

‘And have you a fixed income, sufficient to 
be free from financial anxiety?” 

In reply to my answer, he said: 

Let me ask you not to think of New York. 
You will find the writer’s life is hard enough 
in Columbus. I know the difficulties of which 
you do not dream for added to the power to 
write must be resistance, endurance or what¬ 
ever it is that keeps an individual in the 
struggle. This I do not think you have, so I 
think you should have a more sheltered life 
than you will find in the newspaper work and 
to this I would advise you.” 

“Weren’t you frightened by such talk from 
a man who has had such experience.” . 

No, I told him my purpose in wishing to 
gain recognition.” 

“And what was the purpose.” 

“It involves the life of a people of whom 
you do not know, whom none know save 
those who were or are a part of it. But 
Colonel Rodgers seemed to comprehend and 
his face was very grave as he said 

‘I understand. For you, failure will not 
be merely the defeat of a personal ambition, 
but the tragedy of a lost cause. I know you 
have many of the requisites for good work, 


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43 


but not taking account of your ability or de¬ 
fects in writing, I do not think you can suc¬ 
ceed. It is such a hard life especially for a 
woman that I do not think you can stand the 
strain of it. You have at present the enthu¬ 
siasm of the beginner, the zest and freshness 
of style that belong to the early years of 
work, but you have also some intense illu¬ 
sions with regard to men and things, and 
when you are forced to relinquish these, when 
your ideals are shattered by realities, when 
your best work is lost and your best friends 
begin to doubt your power, what then? 

“If I survive all that you have pictured, I 
shall write.” 

“That’s the danger. I fear you will not 
survive. That’s why I am trying to hold 
the truth before your eyes and I speak to you 
as any newspaper man would speak from the 
light of his own experience. You will be 
crushed if you continue in this work, for you 
are so constituted that there will not be a 
day that you will not meet with some heart¬ 
breaking disappointment.” 

“I was ‘almost persuaded’ but managed to 
say 

“Colonel Rodgers didn’t you and all the 
•other newspaper men gain your knowledge 


of life in the Great University of Experience 
from which you would exclude me?” 

“Not exclude, but guard, for it is always 
painful to see a man or woman throw them¬ 
selves into that which is beyond their 
strength.” 

“The moving finger writes” I quoted lightly. 

“I see you are a hopeless case,” said the 
Colonel half lightly, half sadly, then with the 
ease and charm of those who never carry an 
opposing idea to the point of offense he con¬ 
tinued : 

“Whatever you do don’t go to New York 
until you have 

“Failed in Columbus?” 

“No, until you have proven the exception 
and succeeded,” rejoined the Colonel, with the 
quick change of the true Cosmopolitan. 

“I promised that I would not go to the 
Achievement City until I had succeeded and 
added, “For until that time I can’t get trans¬ 
portation.” 

With the first note of hope in his tones he 
said: 

“Courage and faith are yours. May these 
not prove in vain.” 

“There is Colonel Rodgers now. Don’t for¬ 
get the picture. You need not be pleasant, 
just be natural.” 









REPRESENTATIVE WOMEN 


SAY THE PARKERIAN THEORY OF MARRIAGE IS GOOD. 


It is perhaps, not too much to say that the 
thoughtful, intelligent women of the state who 
mould public opinion to a greater degree than 
is usually supposed have been thinking of the 
questions involved in the Parker bill to regu¬ 
late marriage for many years and the intro¬ 
duction of the bill only serves to bring out 
opinions that by their statement show they 
have been long and well considered. 

Some doubt had been expressed whether the 
representative women of Columbus would be 
willing to state their opinions for publication. 
But the doubt has vanished. Clear and strong, 
with no affectation of mock-modesty, the an¬ 
swers came to The State Journal from women 
whose reticence upon public matters is usually 
marked and who usually shrink from pub¬ 
licity. They threw aside the cloak of re¬ 
serve, custom has woven and talked as women 
imbued with a great desire to elevate human¬ 
ity and speed it toward a higher destiny. 

Mrs. Spear, the charming wife of Judge 
Spear of the Supreme Court, was trying to 
solve the servant girl problem when seen at 
her home on Hoffman Avenue, but let the 
wheels of domestic machinery stand still while 
with her earnest face aglow with thought and 
feeling she said: 

MRS. SPEAR. 

“I think with Governor Jones that as much 
attention should be given to the propagation 
of the human race as is bestowed upon ani¬ 
mals of the lower order. This is not a new 
idea to me. During thirty years of practical 
observation while engaged in work where 1 
had opportunity to witness the appalling re¬ 
sults of improper marriages my convictions 
upon this subject were formed. 

“I should like for those who shrink from 
discussing this bill upon the plea of delicacy 
of sentiment to see what I have seen in one 
single year of that time. If they were 
brought face to face with conditions where 
procreation is permitted by parents who can 
only bequeath to their children an heritage of 


disease and suffering and then could see 
these children struggle and strive and fail 
'through no fault of their own, they would 
cry out for some measure that would tend 
to check the increase of this misery. 

“I do not see that Mr. Parker’s bill is im¬ 
practicable and can think of no reason why it 
should not be passed and enforced to such an 
extent at least as would be of lasting benefit. 
The agitation of this subject and the promi¬ 
nence given it in the newspapers will result 
in creating a more favorable sentiment than 
that which is now entertained towards the bill. 

I say speed the work.” 

MRS. JOSEPH H. OUTHWAITE. 

Mrs. Joseph H. Outhwaite had just returned 
from Washington and with the ease of one 
accustomed to change was ready to enter the 
round of social duties and obligations which 
are so wearing upon some women, but which 
do not detract from the interest in life pos¬ 
sessed by Mrs. Outhwaite. 

“Let me see,” she soliloquized, when The 
State Journal representative called at her 
beautiful Broad Street home. “Mr. Parker’s 
bill? I’ll have to confess that I have not yet 
associated the bills before the legislature with 
their author’s names, and in fact, I don’t 
know many of them, aside from those who 
voted against my husband; of course I read 
those.” This with a charming laugh that 
showed clearly no displeasure, possibly think¬ 
ing that if public duties claimed less of his 
time she could share more of it. Then she 
continued: 

“I always like to give any information to 
the newspapers in regard to any happenings 
of general interest, but as to my personal 
opinion I prefer not to state it for publica¬ 
tion upon any subject, and as to politics, ex¬ 
cuse me, please. I have given so little con¬ 
sideration to most of the bills before the 
house during this session.” 

“Perhaps you have thought on this subject 
without connecting it in any way with political! 




YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


45 


affairs,” was questioned. “Mr. Parker’s bill 
provides for the restriction of improper mar¬ 
riages by providing that apnlicants be ex¬ 
amined by a commission composed of phy¬ 
sicians.” 

Mrs. Outhwaite’s expressive face betokened 
more interest as she replied: 

“I have always believed that something 
should be done to prevent those marriages 
that are detrimental to the physical and moral 
welfare of those yet to be. Every child has 
a right to the heritage of a sound mind and 
a healthy body and should not be deprived of 
it. If Mr. Parker’s bill can do anything to 
bring about this condition, or if he even suc¬ 
ceeds in arousing public opinion to the extent 
of producing action at some future time he will 
have conferred a great blessing upon the 
world." 

MRS. FRANK POWELL. 

Mrs. Frank Powell was discussing a very 
interesting book with a friend in her spacious 
home on Broad Street, but left imaginary woes 
and tribulations of the author’s creations to 
talk of those that are so apparent in real life. 

“I think this bill is right in its aim,” she 
said, “and believe that by the lawful regula- 
ton of marriage the human race will be bene¬ 
fited to such an extent that at present we can 
scarcely imagine what its far reaching results 
will include. We owe it to coming genera¬ 
tions to protest against alarming carelessness 
which exists in our day relative to bringing 
into the world children burdened by afflictions 
that are incurable and sufferings that are in¬ 
describable. 

MRS. BUSHNELL. 

Mrs. Bushnell was seen at the governor’s 
apartments at the Great Southern and came 
forward with a pleasant smile that vanished 
as she rejoined: “The State Journal wishes 
my opinion upon an interesting subject r 
Well, this is interesting.” 

Then the natural feeling of the woman 
was repressed and she said: 

“I think this is an important problem that 
must be solved at no distant day. The 
highest intelligence and the best thought is 
needed to solve it. Mr. Parker s bill seems 
to be a move in the right direction and every¬ 
thing that tends to elevate humanity should 
have encouragement.” 

Then Mrs. Bushnell talked for half an hour 
on various topics with that bird-like flitting 
from one subject to another which forms the 


chief charm of many women’s conversation 
and constitutes a marked characteristic of 
Mrs. Bushnell’s personality. 

MRS. W. G. DESHLER. 

Mrs. W. G. Deshler replied: “I fear this 
bill may bind the conscientious and set the 
vicious free. I am not sure that in place of 
reform in regard to the' evils which are now 
the result of heredity these would continue 
and the institution of marriage might suffer 
in a reckless defiance of the law by those 
inclined to marry without regard to the con¬ 
sequences.” 

MRS. BLACK. 

Mrs. Black, wife of the mayor, was one of 
the most enthusiastic advocates of the bill. 
In tones vibrating with the deepest interest, 
she answered: 

“Oh, I don’t know of anything that I should 
favor more heartily than this measure, which 
promises to open the gateway to a new inter¬ 
pretation of life. It is so in touch with the 
work which we have been discussing to-day, 
district nursing, which aims to help the help¬ 
less and extend protection to those who need 
it so much.” 

With two fair children by her side, the 
mother’s heart went out in sympathy to those 
less fortunate than her own darlings. She 
continued: 

“Did you hear Miss Wakem lecture to-dav? 
Oh, I am so sorry, but she is my guest, and 
perhaps you would like to talk to her. Miss 
Wakem, will you please come in here. This 
is a State Journal representative, who desires 
your thoughts on the bill designed to prohibit 
improper marriages.” 

> 

MISS EMILY WAKEM. 

Then before me stood one so “divinely tall” 
and so different in appearance from any 
woman I had ever seen that before I could 
recover from the bewildering sensation pro¬ 
duced she was saying: 

“How are you going to stop them?” 

“That’s the question yet unsolved.” 

“If this bill could be passed and enforced.” 
she continued, “it would undoubtedly result 
in that which would be beneficial to humanity, 
and no thoughtful person but will look for¬ 
ward with the hope that this reform will be 
inaugurated.” 


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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


MRS. T. E. POWELL. 

With the pallor of recent illness still upon 
her face, Mrs. T. E. Powell replied. “I 
think this is a vital question and one that 
needs agitating. In my work in the Benevo¬ 
lent society I see so many unfortunates, so 
much misery that calls for redress and might 
have been prevented if people only understood 
and respected the great laws of heredity, that 
I should earnestly favor any movement tend¬ 
ing to stop the increase of those afflicted in 
body or mind.” 

MRS. J. H. CANFIELD. 

Mrs. Canfield, wife of the president of the 
O. S. U., was deep in the discussion of art, 
in which she is much interested, but she 
came from the realms of the ideal to talk of 
the real, and exclaimed with animation: “This 
is such an important question and has caused 
so much thought along the line of ‘formation 
in place of reformation,’ that I am glad you 
are getting expressions from women upon 
this topic. It may be but the little rift in the 
cloud of darkness, but it may widen and 
spread until we see beyond this gleam of 
light the new interpretation of life. The 
grand doctrines of the organic unity of the 
whole society may then be fulfilled and the 
higher intelligence shall rule. I look forward 
to the time when the children, while yet un¬ 
born, shall be granted their natural rights.” 

MRS. ANNA CLARK. 

Mrs. Anna Clark, president of the W. C. T. 
U. of Ohio, always ready with a response on 
all great questions, said: “This bill may or 
may not, if passed, and if enforced, result in 
ultimate good. I question much if it will not 
bring about worse ills than those which now 
confront us. Will not the people who wish 
to marry and are debarred from doing so 
enter into illegal unions, and, evading the 
law, give to the world children not only af¬ 
flicted but with the added burden of illegiti¬ 
macy to carry through life? 

“The people who desire reform in this line 
don’t strike at the root of all the evil — the 
■liquor traffic. If that were eliminated there 
would not be so much need of a law to regu¬ 
late marriages. The marriages would then 
regulate themselves, and the misery, crime and 
distressing degradation that is now 'inherited 
by the children would be obviated. However, 


a law should be right, whether it is as far- 
reaching as one might desire, and perhaps it 
will awaken such a sentiment as will call for 
greater effort and grander achievements 
along this line.” 

One prominent society woman expressed 
her thoughts by paraphrasing a verse from 
Longfellow, but preferred; tthat 'her name 
should not appear in connection with it. The- 
lines were: 

“If all the power which fills the world with, 
terror, 

And all the wealth bestowed on ways of 
sin 

Were given to redeem the human mind from 1 
error, 

There were no need of laws to make good'. 



MRS. BUSHNELL. 


mrs. e. McCullough eberhart. 

Mrs. E. McCullough Eberhart, state super¬ 
intendent of the Woman’s Suffrage associa¬ 
tion, was here to speak before the senate and 
was Mrs. Clark’s guest, she expressed her 
opinion of the Parker bill in these words: 

“I think it would be a very good law if 
provisions were made that the examining 
commission of physicians should be partly 
composed of women, in order that no objec¬ 
tion could be made to the examination of our 
sex. If this were done I should like to see 
the Parker bill passed.” 




YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


4T 


MRS. CHARLES J. HARDY. 

Mrs. Charles J. Hardy was seen at her 
home on South Sixth Street and said in her 
gentle tones: “In my work connected with 
the Kate Deshler fund I see the terrible conse¬ 
quences of improper marriages and I should 
rejoice if something practical were done to 
prevent the vast increase of those who, 
through hereditary diseases, are morally, 
mentally and physically unfitted to grapple 
with the difficulties of life.” 

MRS. LILLIAN G. WAITE. 

Mrs. Lillian G. Waite, when seen in her 
home on Broad Street, replied: “As long as 
love rules the world there will be marriages 
whether the law regards the applicants for 
licenses fitted to enter into the state of matri¬ 
mony or not. The legislators will find they 
have undertaken a herculean task if they at¬ 
tempt to control those who wish to marry. 
How is it now? If a girl imagines that there 
is but one man in the world for her, despite 
her father’s counsel and her mother’s tears, 
she will not give up her ideal. 

“It is the same with the young men. Use 
every argument to dissuade them from a 
proposed marriage and see if it does not in¬ 
crease the desire to take the plunge regardless 
of consequences. While I think the theory 
of the law is commendable, it seems to me it 
is too impracticable to be considered seri¬ 
ously. 

“They cannot wrap human hearts in legis¬ 
lative bills and prevent the owners from being 
swayed by them. However, if humanity can 
be benefitted in any way by the discussion of 
this measure, I hope that it will continue.” 

It is evident that this subject has aroused 
more attention among women than was at first 


supposed and it has been talked of in the 
drawing rooms and dainty boudoirs long be¬ 
fore it found its way into the halls of legis¬ 
lation. 

So, while it is usually some man that gives 
to the world a precept or a law, how often 



.MRS. J. H. OUTHWAITE. 


it is but the outward expression of the brain- 
throbs and heart beats caused by the silent 
influence of women. They know that: 

“Man’s mind is greater than this brawn or 
bullet, 

His thought far vaster than his labor 
stands. 

Men’s hopes are higher than the world and 
rule it, 

Their hearts are stronger than their helf>- 
less hands.” 


LINES FROM “PROGRESSION.” 

By Mary Robson McGill. 

For this edict now is sounded 
From the best thought in the van — 
That no child should have a father 
Who is not wholly a man; 

And no woman should be mother 
Who gives herself for a home 
Or the price of hireling’s keeping 
While she stifles love’s deep moan. 



KATE DESHLER HUNTER’S 
MONUMENT. 


The Taj Mahal is said to be the world’s 
greatest building and man’s grandest tribute 
to woman’s memory. 

Shah Jahan one of the most powerful Mo¬ 
gul emperors sought in the erection of this 
mausoleum to immortalize his love for the 
woman who had been his wife and the mother 
of his children. 

Formed of white marble, inlaid with pre¬ 
cious gems which reproduce in color and de¬ 
sign all the fruits and flora known to India 
and Ceylon the Taj Mahal has attracted won¬ 
dering admiration for two centuries and 
more. Sublime in its conception, dazzling in 
its magnificence, marvelous in its execution 
though it be we have in Columbus that which 
surpasses it for we have here a monument 
that grows in beauty with each passing hour. 
It is called the Kate Deshler Hunter fund. 

On the day that she attained woman’s ideal 
age of thirty-three, Kate Deshler Hunter died. 
Her pictured face with finely molded chin, 
thoughtful brow, and lips sweet formed for 
smiles presents a combination most attractive. 
But, in her eyes of liquid darkness one sees 
a soul’s nobility revealed while a tinge of 
mysticism is reflected in their depths as 
though looking fearlessly into the future, she 
had been given a glimpse of that which was 
to be. If she, with that fine sense of those 
whose hold on life is slight, could have fore¬ 
seen the work to be done in her name, she 
must have felt such rapture as comes to few 
on earth. 

Dying in the flush of womanhood and the 
dawn of motherhood her death accomplished 
that which perhaps her life had missed for the 
cruel, stinging blow that crashed against the 
cords of her father’s heart resulted in melody 
that shall echo through the ages. 

For, from the benumbing pain of bereave¬ 
ment and the ruin of a buried hope he turned 
to build a structure that shall stand when 
the Taj Mahal has crumbled into dust. 

Remembering that she had been a worker 
in the Benevolent Society of this city, he 
sought to aid the society in which she had 
been interested. To this end he gave to it for 
each year that she had lived a thousand dol¬ 
lars and to this sum is to be added annually 


another thousand until the trust shall amount 
to a hundred thousand dollars. 

The Society through a Standing Committee 
to be called the Kate Deshler Hunter Commit¬ 
tee is to spend the money coming into its 
hands through the trust to give temporary help 
and care to such worthy poor, married or lately 
widowed women in the dangers that attend 
motherhood. 

It is supported and controlled by the best 
people in Columbus and their constitution pro¬ 
vides : 

‘‘The purpose of this society is to seek the 
poor of this city and provide for their relief, 
aid, instruction or employment as . may be 
deemed best. 

The work connected with the Kate Deshler 
Hunter fund is done by visitors with no 
thought of recompense and never a cent is¬ 
sued for salary or personal expenses. They 
pay rent, furnish food, provide nurses food 
and medicine but no money is given out. The 
best of everything is bought and the costly 
buying in small quantities which the poor 
must endure is avoided. A fair estimate of 
all that is distributed cannot be given as many 
of the records have not valuation fixed. 

The records and the work are kept in con¬ 
fidence and the names of those who receive 
aid are not given publicity. Visitors’ districts 
are defined in the newspapers and by special 
cards. When an applicant can produce a note 
from any known resident it will receive quick 
attention and those who are worthy will be 
helped. 

Into sad homes glide these women, soft of 
voice, gentle of manner, taking with them an 
air of refinement as well as the practical 
things that shall be conducive to the comfort 
of other women in the hour of sorest need. 

It has been said of old soldiers that having 
shared dangers and faced death together a 
bond is established between them stronger 
than that known to those who have not shared 
their experiences and that when two of these 
meet their hands instinctively go out though 
one may be in rags and the other faultlessly 
attired. 

So there come times in the lives of women 
when hands unused to work, across some poor 
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covering meet those all stained with toil and 
through the medium of the finger tips ex¬ 
press a sympathy that never can be voiced in 
words and never can be known to men. The 
one forgets her own poor place and from 
the other falls away all pride of birth and 
station. The burden and the crown of 
womanhood removes all barriers. The mother 
heart in such an hour must reign supreme. 

Although the Eastern king spent countless 
millions to build for the woman he idolized 
that which he had hoped would perpetuate her 
memory, all that he did was for the dead who 
need it not and it can never equal that of a 
citizen of Columbus who, with sentiment as 
beautiful as can be conceived by mind of 
, man, furnished the material for his loved 
one’s monument, then left the shapeless block 
for the hands of her own sex to chisel it 
into strength, symmetry and beauty. 

To the women of the Benevolent Society 
was this work given and faithfully have they 
performed their parts, tirelessly do they con¬ 
tinue in their efforts. No place too dreary 
for them to enter, no home so desolate that 
they do not give some comfort, no life so 


dark that they do not send some ray of sun¬ 
shine into it. 

Thus under the pressure of a great sor¬ 
row originated that which causes Kate Desh- 
ler Hunter’s name to be spoken with rever¬ 
ential love and in this work every tear that 
falls above a sufferer is but another jewel in 
her monument, every smile that greets a babe 
is more precious than sculptured stone, every 
sigh of thankfulness is like a benediction 
breathed for her; while sounding down 
through time will go the echo of glad ring¬ 
ing, childish laughter that shall be heard be¬ 
cause she once lived and because the women 
of Columbus have so nobly fulfilled the trust 
reposed in them. 

When this woman so well beloved with all 
life’s richest, fairest gifts about her,' died, 
none could see why such as she should go 
when there were many who would fain have 
dropped their tasks, who were forced to con¬ 
tinue their struggle through long years of 
pain. But now we know that “Yesterday 
knows nothing of the Best,” and mingled 
with the mosses of mellowed sorrow are the 
flowers strewn by the hands of those who 
love the beautiful and cherish little children. 



MES. KATE DESHLER HUNTER. 


4 Y. & Y. F 





MARY ROBSON 


FINDS THE 

FOURTEENTH 
READY FOR WAR. 


Direct, decisive as a call to arms was the 
talk of the members of the Fourteenth regi¬ 
ment when I interviewed them in regard to 
the impending trouble. Martial-like were their 
statements, but in them there was no element 
of bombast or talk for the crowd. In nearly 
every instance each word seemed freighted 
with thought as though they realized that a 
crisis was near in which men might be called 
upon to do and dare — if need be, die. 

A touch of gravity settled upon Colonel 
Coit’s face as he said: “I have noticed that 
the most valiant men at this time are those 
not subject to orders. 

THE SERIOUS SIDE OF WAR 

looms up when one knows that he may be 
summoned to go at any moment. Yet it is 
not what we think, but what others decide 
that claims the greatest attention now. We 
are ready to follow instructions and that is 
about all that is necessary for us; for a sol¬ 
dier should not have opinions. However, we 
held a meeting recently and decided that while 
war is serious, there are some things that 
are worse; and if there is war the Four¬ 
teenth can be relied upon if needed. We have 
only about 600 regular members at present, 
but there are not less than 2,500 ex-members 
who would be. available and would do good 
service because of their training; not the drill 
so much as the fact that they are thoroughly 
imbued with the underlying principle which 
all good soldiers must possess — prompt, un¬ 
questioning obedience. The American boy 
from the time he is so high, (measuring about 
two feet with his hands), spread eagles him¬ 
self and has a decided aversion to any sort of 
authority being exercised over him. When he 
is trained out of that he makes a good soldier, 
one who can obey orders and execute com¬ 
mands with no greater manifestation of indi¬ 
viduality than a machine that carries out the 
work for which it is intended Not that I 


believe that soldiers should not possess indi¬ 
viduality, but it must give way to the disci¬ 
pline demanded in the service. Personally, I 
concur with the president’s policy, deeming it 
wise 'and conservative for this is not a case 
where rashness should be permitted.” 

THE REV. DOCTOR MOORE 

might well be called one of J:he “old guard,” 
as he has seen service in -two wars under the 
stars and stripes, once as a boy of seventeen 
in the Seminole War of 60 years ago, and 
later as a man in the civil strife. In the first 
he was a private in the Second infantry. In 
the rebellion much of his time was devoted to 
Christan science work, but he was sent to the 
front whenever important engagement were 
to take place and as lieutenant of artillery 
took part in the world renowned battle of 
Gettysburg. Now at the age of seventy-five 
with the ripened wisdom that comes from 
experience, he says: 

“If there is war we’ll fight — that’s certain, 
but in the present agitation there are too many 
conflicting rumors to form any definite opin¬ 
ions. But whatever the outcome of the dis¬ 
aster that befell the Maine, the preparations 
that are being made now are a good thing for 
the nation. They are just what have been 
advocated by military men for thirty years or 
more. With 5,000 miles of coast line we need 
more adequate defenses than we have ever 
had. It is all very well to say what the United 
States can do in any emergency, but this coun¬ 
try needs much preparation before war is 
declared, no matter how weak the opposing 
nation may seem nor how ridiculous caution 
may appear to the uninitiated. We have had 
several humiliating lessons along this line — 
one of them in the war of 1812, when, after 
all our bluster, the English walked in and 
took the national capital because there was 
no one there to hold it. This country can do 
a great deal, but not the impossible, and it is 
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too often reflected in the hot, young blood 
which brooks no restraint. Our young men 
with banners flying and drums beating would 
rush off without their breakfast, but the old 
soldier always wants something to eat before 
he goes. He knows he can stay longer and 
stand more if he is prepared. But after all 
it is difficult to curb enthusiasm and if the 
Fourteenth should go to the front, my heart 
would be with them, but that’s about all I 
could send now. The old fellows with white 
hair and dimming eyes will have to give the 
boys a chance. It would take too large a 
force to look after them. They would only 
be an impediment. For myself though, I don’t 
know but what I have had enough of war." 

Dr. Guerin is another member of the Four¬ 
teenth who has been seasoned by actual ser¬ 
vice, having enlisted at the age of IT in the 
Fifth Ohio cavalry, in which he served during 
the last year of the Civil War. He went out 
at a time when man’s courage was tested to a 
greater degree than in the first years of the 
conflict. The country had been taught the 
grim, terrible significance of war; knew what 
it meant by the long lists of the wounded and 
dead, the moans and sighs that filled the air 
and the tears and blood that flowed through¬ 
out the land. He said : 

"I don’t think there will be any trouble with 
Spain. I give that nation 

CREDIT FOR A LITTLE SENSE 

and cannot see how it would be so foolhardy 
as to enter into hostilities with our nation. 
It would be like a little dog barking at a big 
one and would amount to about as much. 
However, if the Fourteenth were called it 
would be there and I would be with it.” 

“To fight or take care of the wounded?” 

“Both, if necessary.” 

Major Baker said: “If there was Spanish 
treachery not all the money that Spain could 
give us would atone for the blood of our 
American seamen, one of whom is worth a 
thousand Spaniards any day. Of course it is 
a mere matter of conjecture as to whether 
we will be called out or not, but if so I hope 
it will be something. I don’t care to be taken 
down to the seacoast and left standing around 
there, as I am much more afraid of the cli¬ 
mate than I would be of Spanish bullets. et 
if necessary, I could go to-day, and I don t 
think Ohio would be ashamed of the Four¬ 
teenth.” 

Adjutant Krumm, with true military regard 
for rank inquired. “Have you talked with my 


superior officer yet? I should not like to pre¬ 
cede him with any statements. You have? 
Well, then I don’t think our regiment is up to 
the standard in point of numbers, but we are 

READY FOR AN EMERGENCY, 

and in case of trouble I really think we could 
be on the scene of action as soon as or before 
the Seventeenth. All are ready to respond to 
orders, and I think the efficiency of the com¬ 
pany is recognized. There does not appear to 
be as much enthusiasm in Columbus in re¬ 
gard to the threatening trouble as in smaller 
places. I cannot account for this unless it be 
that we are more scattered and do not get it 
in a condensed form, or it may be because we 
are so accustomed to military demonstrations 
that the most active preparations do not 
impress us. In regard to the Maine incident 
I think the president’s course is correct and 
that whatever the board of inquiry decides 
should govern future actions. But even if 
there is no war the prospect of it brings out 
some idea of the real strength of the nation, 
for politics do not count when it comes to 
patriotism, and although we get bitter with 
each other about election time, that is a side 
play when anything affecting national honor 
is at stake. In such moments Americans turn 
a solid front toward the foe.” 

Major Speaks voiced his sentiments with 
an earnestness that was impressive, saying: 
“I am for peace but 

NOT AT ANY PRICE. 

In my opinion nothing less than the free¬ 
dom of Cuba should settle the present diffi¬ 
culty. Nor do I think that freedom should 
be bought. It has been fairly, honorably won 
by the Cubans themselves, long ago. In re¬ 
gard to the Maine I do not think that it would 
now be lying at the bottom of the sea had our 
government taken a more' decisive stand. The 
position which it now occupies and has been 
occupying for years is embarrassing, to say 
the least. If any other great nation permitted 
murder and devastation within sight of their 
shores as has been carried on in Cuba, we 
should denounce it in unmeasured terms, and 
deem it passive acquiescence in that which 
called for intervention. I don’t know that it 
is a parallel case, but when the Revolutionary 
heroes were battling for the freedom which 
now is ours, France, recognizing true valor, 
came to our assistance; and it seems that 
Americans should remember that once they 


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were considered rebels by a foreign power, 
and had it not been for the aid given them 
our history might be different. I have all 
due respect for the laws which govern na¬ 
tions, but nations are composed of individuals 
and there comes a time when they feel that 
‘before law made them citizens great nature 
made them men.’ The sympathy of the people 
is with Cuba and public sentiment cannot be 
suppressed. I sincerely hope there will not 
be war, but if the occasion demands it our 
boys will be there in fighting order.” 

Dr. Taylor, who was a member of the regi¬ 
ment fifteen years and will be connected with 
it again in the future, said with force: “I 
don’t think there will be any war, but I be¬ 
lieve there should be. It seems to me that 
the Maine was 

BLOWN UP BY DESIGN, 

not by accident, and although the Spanish 
government may not be liable for the disaster, 
and however the board of inquiry may decide, 
sufficient has been done to justify the United 
States in taking a firm, decisive stand in re¬ 
gard to the cruelties practiced by the Span¬ 
iards in Cuba. It appears now that Spain 
will be declaring war on this country soon 
and will impute to it the intervention which 
should have occurred before the Maine was 
sent to the bottom of the sea. I know suf¬ 
ficient of the Fourteenth to say that it will 
take an active part if necessary in any trouble 
that may ensue.” 

‘T am loyal to the United States and am 
anxious that everything should be done to 
uphold national honor even to the shedding 
of blood to maintain it,” was the rejoinder 
of Sergeant McGuire. 

Corporal Syfert exclaimed with ardor, “I 
shall await orders as becomes a soldier and 
do what duty demands.” 

Said Captain White, of Company B, in reply 
to a jest from a bystander as to how he felt 
about the prospect of marching off to war. 
“There are none in the Fourteenth who would 
wish to stay at home, and if the Spanish gov¬ 
ernment is proven guilty of complicity in the 
blowing up of the Maine, I don’t think we 
should be satisfied until Cuba is free. I don’t 
think that it should be annexed to the United 
States, but that the Cubans should be allowed 
to govern themselves. Men who can fight as 
they do can take the responsibility of govern¬ 
ment.” 

Captain Biddle, of Company C, replied: “If 
the Maine was blown up from the outside and 


through the instrumentality of the Spanish 
government I think we should demand a big 
sum of money as indemnity.” 

“And do you think that all the reparation 
needed ?” was asked by another member. 
“Would money pay for the loss of our brave 
seamen ?” 

‘Isn’t that the usual way such difficulties 
are settled? I suppose the government would 
consider that all that was necessary, but of 
course I would not think of taking money as 
compensation for life.” 

Dr. Wharry, acting hospital steward, said: 
“I agree with what one of our speakers said 
the other night. If treachery upon the part of 
Spain towards this government is proven, all 
the lands, the public money — in fact the 
whole dynasty of Spain, could not compensate 
for the blowing up of the Maine. It rests with 
the board of investigation to decide this ques¬ 
tion, but if the Spaniards were guilty of this 
deed they should be made to understand that 
Americans can resent a wrong an deal se¬ 
verely with the perpetrators of it. I’ll be 

WILLING TO GO IN THE MORNING 

if the Fourteenth were called, and I believe 
that every man in the regiment feels just this 
way about it.” 

Corporal Wagner, of Company B, replied: 
“I think the Spanish should be taught a les¬ 
son. They are insulting us right along and 
it’s time their arrogance was reprimanded.” 

Sergeant Stevenson, of the same company, 
responded: “I don’t think this affair will be 
settled satisfactorily until Cuba is freed from 
Spain; but if war comes and the Fourteenth 
is needed, we’ll all be there.” 

Corporal Weinman, of Company C, said: 
“It seems to me that the Cubans should be 
free and that the United States should help 
them gain their freedom even if it were neces¬ 
sary for every man in the country to enlist 
and fight for them. Their bravery deserves 
this. We only follow orders, but we would 
go willingly at any time.” 

“That’s right,” said Colonel Freeman, a 
former commander who was standing near. 
“The Fourteenth will always go and it never 
flunks when it gets there. Ohio can rely on 
it.” 

“If there was foul play from the Spaniards 
toward, this government it is time to let 
them know there are some men here, and 
even if Spain knew nothing of the blowing 
up of the Maine the cruelty practiced in Cuba 
should be stopped at once. If war comes I’m 


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ready to go when needed,” was the statement 
of Private Eicharn. 

‘We’ll have to leave this question to the 
president,’ said Private Knauss. “I am here 
to act under orders whatever they may be.” 

Lieutenant Oyler replied: “I have felt ever 
since the Maine was blown up that it was the 
keynote to hostilities from Spain, and that it 
was meant as such quite as much as the firing 
of the first shot on Fort Sumter meant a blow 
at the government. There is no question in 
my mind but what the Spanish government is 
responsible for the loss of these American 
seamen and money can’t pay for the shedding 
of their blood.” 

Said Captain Walsh, of Company A: “I 
think Congress should take steps to sustain 
the president in any action he may deem ad¬ 
visable in this affair, but it is so difficult to 
tell anything about the trouble. There are 


so many different versions of it in the news¬ 
papers, which are the most powerful moulders 
of public opinion. They can get the feelings 
of the populace roused to indignation or can 
subdue them quite as readily, and it seems 
we should not form our opinions as hastily as 
a hand grenade scatters powder. We should 
wait until the time comes to shoot and then 
aim true.” 

Among the signal corps, which numbers 
sixteen, much enthusiasm was manifested in 
the discussion of the possibility of war. A 
group composed of Sergeant George Freeman, 
Private B. M. Shirry, Corporal L. W. Ja- 
quith, Private Hemming and R. L. Hayes, 
held an animated conversation in which the 
prevailing sentiment was that the country’s 
honor should be vindicated, if Spaniards had 
assailed it, no matter what the cost. 



GEN. W. T. WILSON. 






GALLANT GENERAL WILSON 


WHO WAS EXCHANGED FOR FITZHUGH LEE AND OTHER 

CONFEDERATES 


DURING THE WAR OF THE REBELLION, TALKS TO PRESS-POST REPORTER. 


Few people in Columbus are aware that in 
a comfortable but plainly furnished room on 
Gay street about two squares west of High 
there lives a man who was one of the officers 
exchanged for General Fitzhugh Lee and other 
confederates during the rebellion. 

The gentleman is General W. T. Wilson 
who, having served in the Mexican as well as 
the civil war, has a large store of interesting 
reminiscences from which to draw, but until 
to-day he has resolutely declined to talk of 
them. 

General Wilson went from Wyandotte 
county and for the first three months was in 
command of a company. Upon reorganiza¬ 
tion for three years he was made lieutenant 
colonel of the Fifteenth Ohio, and in the au¬ 
tumn of ’62 was given command of one of the 
new regiments that were raised and took it to 
the Shenandoah valley. Here the entire regi¬ 
ment was captured in the first engagement, 
and sent to Libby Prison. This was in June, 
’63. They were held until the following 
March for exchanges had almost ceased and 
only under exceptional circumstances could 
they be effected. 

In regard to this General Wilson said to 
The Press Post representative: 

“A young southerner had been captured 
by our government and upon him were found 
important papers which proved he was a spy. 
He was convicted as such and hung. In re¬ 
taliation it was decided that some of the 
Union officers should be executed. Lots were 
drawn and Captain Flynn of Indiana, and 
Captain Sawyer, of New Jersey, were the men 
who drew the numbers that meant death. 

“As soon as the United States heard of this 
selection it was immediately determined that 
Colonel Fitzhugh Lee and Colonel Winder 
should be held as hostages for the safety of 
the Union officers. After some lengthy nego¬ 


tiations exchanges were made not only of 
those officers, but of a number of others. 
This took place at City Point and it was there 
I met General Fitzhugh Lee. We were all 
together for about two hours and had a 
very good time as each one was rejoiced to 
get back under the flag he served. I do not 
remember the conversation or anything of 
particular interest that transpired at this 
meeting for at ' that time we paid little at¬ 
tention to details. But I recollect that Gen¬ 
eral Lee impressed us as being a fine, brave 
soldier, a true representative of his family 
and his section. The southerners always com 
manded our respect. They were fighters and 
we had learned how well they could fight.” 

General Wilson is a strongly built man with 
white hair and beard, and is in his 74th year, 
although he appears to be much younger. De¬ 
spite his age and usual reticence upon war 
subjects when once induced to talk he can 
make some vigorous statements; in regard to 
the present situation, he said: “I think our 
government is a little slow. It may be that 
1 do not understand all the complications and 
it may be that we old soldiers are a little im¬ 
patient, but we seem to have plenty of com¬ 
pany. It appears that the sentiment of the 
American people would have been for aveng¬ 
ing the loss of the Maine the hour it went 
down.” 

“No one, of course, has any doubt as to the 
result of the war if war comes, for the 
power of the United States to subdue a coun¬ 
try like Spain is unquestioned, but as there 
can be but one ending to this trouble it 
should not be deferred. It seems to me large 
forces should at once be stationed in Cuba 
for there no doubt the principal fighting on 
land will be done and by preparation in time 
the Spanish could be driven from the island in 
short order.” 


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SOME FAVORITE DIVERSIONS 
OF REPRESENTATIVE CITIZENS 


Where is the man who has not some special 
diversion, some one thing to which he turns 
to escape the routine of his daily vocation and 
the nerve-destroying annoyances that beset 
each hour of combat with the world? Such 
an individual could not be found among the 
representative men of Columbus. While none 
seemed to agree with Voltaire that “amuse¬ 
ment is the first necessity of civilized man,” 
nor yet with the great French critic who 
speaks of it as “a comfortable deceit by which 
we avoid a permanent tete-a-tete with realities 
that are too heavy for us,” all believe in re¬ 
laxation. They have learned that the ma¬ 
chinery of occupation needs the oil of recrea¬ 
tion and many of them apply it frequently. 

BISHOP WATTERSON. 

The least susceptible among us has experi¬ 
enced moments when the sordid cares and the 
petty trivialities of earth slip from us. But 
rarely do we find an individual whose im¬ 
posing aspect conveys the idea that he dwells 
upon the aerial heights' of spiritual philoso¬ 
phy. Yet such a man is Bishop Watterson. 
It seemed presumptuous to ask his recrea¬ 
tions, almost as though one were to seek 
some tawdry toy in a cathedral. But like 
the sunshine illuminating a cloister floor 
was the smile with which he greeted the 
question. Then for half an hour this scholar 
and philosopher whose mind is saturated with 
his studies and meditations, talked in lighter 
vein, with a. touch of humor that had in it 
the sparkle and dash of a scherzo. His words 
in regard to this subject were: 

“By diversions I suppose you mean what¬ 
ever turns one away from the cares of busi¬ 
ness and the hard work of life. I cannot say 
that my mind is ever absolutely turned away 
from the work of life; but still I give myself 
a little relaxation now and then; you would 
like to know in what it consists? Well, I can 
scarcely answer the question, for there is no 
one special relaxation, when the tension is to 
be a bit loosened for the sake of health of 
mind or body. 

“Though very fond of the drama and of 


good music, both instrumental and vocal, I do' 
rot frequent the theater or opera. I do not 
play cards or billiards or chess, though 25 or 
30 years ago I was a good chess player; nor 
do I play any other indoor or outdoor game, 
except croquet now and then when I am in 
the country, and, when I do play, for the 
sake of bodily exercise it gives, I like heavy 
balls, strong mallets, a spacious field and good 
players. I do not go hunting nor ride a 
bicycle; but when I am tired or want fresh 
air I walk or drive, and, when I drive in the 
daytime I usually take a-book or some other 
reading matter with me, if I am by myself. 
In the evening, especially as my sight has be¬ 
gun to trouble me, I call on some of my 
neighbors and spend a few hours in social 
chat, but, 

T am not one, who much or oft delight 

To season the fireside with personal talk 

Of friends who live within easy walk 
Or neighbors, daily, weekly in my sight 

for I think personalities are generally the 
bane of conversation. This may be valuable 
and lively and pleasant without anything that 
comes under the head of personal gossip, es¬ 
pecially of this caustic kind, and, when the 
topic is more abstract, what is harsh and dog¬ 
matic in tone is to be avoided, although I 
am fond of learning from others, too. I es¬ 
pecially relish a good anecdote or an innocent 
joke now and then, for there is nothing that 
so tends to clear the cobwebs from the throat, 
or from the mind too, for that matter. If I 
want to stay at home I read or study when 
alone. 

“My reading? Oh, it is not confined to any 
one thing. As you see, I have many books 
of many kinds in several different languages, 
Scripture, theology, dogmatic and moral law, 
ecclesiastical and civil, philosophy, metaphysi¬ 
cal and ethical, history, biography, sociology 
and economics, travel, scientific treatises, works 
on the fine arts, reviews of various sorts, the 
popular magazines, volumes of poetry and 
romance, and books of religious instruction 
and devotion as well. With such an intellec- 



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tual menu I do not limit myself to soups and 
deserts, but refresh myself also with more 
solid things, just according to inclination or 
appetite. Reading or study is always a relax¬ 
ation to me and I am sorry that I have not 
had more time for it. 

“If I have wanted amusing diversion and 
other things have failed, as has sometimes 
happened, I have read the Associated Press 
and other telegraphic dispatches and news¬ 
paper reports on Cuban affairs and I have 
taken them up pretty much as I would the 
mendacious rivalries of the Squan Creek club 
or the equally Munchausen efforts of the Ari¬ 
zona Kicker; and to vary the diversion in 
this line I have now and then read a speech 
of the Illinois Mason or the Texan Bailey 
or some other congressman who poses for 
effect; but all these things have become so 
serious in their consequences of late, that so 
far from making one laugh, they cannot but 
make the judicious grieve/ For a man of 
affairs, you see, my diversions are neither nu¬ 
merous or exciting.” 

JUDGE BRADBURY. 

Judge Bradbury of the Supreme Court said: 

“My favorite diversion is whist. Why? 
Because it is the most difficult with which I 
am familiar. To be a good whist player ne¬ 
cessitates the development of concentrative- 
ness. This, I think, is the reason why women 
do not adopt whist as extensively as men. 
In general, women are discursive and, while 
this flitting from one thing to another is very 
charming when united with intelligence, it is 
the bane of whist. 

“However, I know one woman who is a 
good whist player, and I enjoy a game in 
which she participates. She is a teacher in 
the Columbus schools.” 

DR. D. N. KINSMAN. 

“Once a year I go to see my mother. That 
gives me a perfect rest. All other leisure time 
that I have is devoted to reading. In this 
[ am omniverous. At times, though, I get 
drunk on novel reading. Often for a month 
I won’t read anything but novels. Then I 
won’t care for them for months perhaps. I 
don’t take any other recreation aside from 
these two.” 

JUDGE SHAUCK. 

v udge Shauck of the Supreme Court said: 

‘My principal recreations are walking and 
hiding, although I enjoy a game of billiards. 


For the lighter reading I like the magazines, 
but in general am not fond of fiction. I have 
read one novel during the past year, “Quo 
Vadis,” and liked it because the writer has a 
clear perception of the association of circum¬ 
stances and facts.” 

ADJUTANT GENERAL AXLINE. 

Adjutant General Axline indulged in a 
laugh which seemed like a free exhibition of 
his special form of recuperation, then said: 
“In these war times things are so breezy we 
hardly know where business ends and diver¬ 
sion begins. Along with it all humor and 
pathos succeed each other with great rapidity. 
Especially is this so in the talk of the old 
soldiers, who wish to volunteer, forgetful of 
the fact that they are not as young as they 
were in ’61. The other day a man over 70 
wished to form a company of old soldiers, 
none of whom were to be under 65. Another 
who is deaf and who has lost the power of 
speech wrote that he wished to enlist and 
that one good reason why he should be per¬ 
mitted to do so was that the noise of the 
cannon and heavy firing would not affect him. 
Nothing seems to eradicate the fighting spirit, 
but it needs bodily strength back of it to carry 
one through a military campaign. But you 
asked me as to my special diversion, did you 
not?” 

“Yes, I have it. thank you.” 

“You have?” he asked, in a puzzled tone. 

“Yes, war talk.” 

A. H. SMYTHE. 

Some of the replies illustrate the law of 
contrasts. Mr. A. H. Smythe, surrounded by 
books all day, is not allured by their contents 
when he wishes recreation. He said: 

“My special diversion is genealogy. When 
I go home I find great pleasure in tracing out 
my ancestors.” 

“How far back have you gone?” 

“We have succeeded in tracing several 
branches of the family back to the sixteenth 
century,” and Mr. Smythe’s face assumed an 
amusing expression as he continued: “Yes, I 
like to know something of my people as they 
were several centuries ago. To me they are 
very interesting.” 

“As they no doubt would find their living 
representatives. But that does not mean that 
you are expected to tell if they are an im¬ 
provement upon the original or not.” 

“I should hope not,” was the laughing re¬ 
ply. It would be a difficult question. 


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FRANK HAYDEN. 

“I don’t suppose you will consider my 
special form of amusement commendable, but 
there is nothing that I like better than a game 
of billiards. It is something that engrosses 
all one’s attention and leaves no time for 
worry.” 

GEORGE S. BEALL. 

“I like to get away from everything con¬ 
nected with business life and angle. It never 
makes' any difference to me whether I catch 
any fish or not, I can keep right on watching 
for a bite for hours.” 

“Will you tell me why fishing has such a 
fascination for so many men?” 

“Well, it is restful because it frees the 
jnind from all wearisome thought. The pros¬ 
pect of catching something holds the attention 
without calling for any mental exertion.” 

THOMAS J. BRYCE. 

“I appreciate a complete change of environ¬ 
ment. While I have to confine myself to oc¬ 
casional trips now, if I ever have the time 
I will induge more frequently in my greatest 
diversion. I like to see new places and new 
faces.” 

DR. JAMES F. BALDWIN 

Had just been subjected to the annoyance of 
having central cut him off when he was giv¬ 
ing some directions over the phone and did 
not know the number of the man to whom he 
had been talking. Some men under such cir¬ 
cumstances furnish diversion to onlookers, but 
Dr. Baldwin’s face remained impassive until 
asked, “What is your principal form of 
amusement?” Then it changed, and with an 
amused laugh he answered: 

“Whist.” 

“Will you explain why whist is such a 
favorite recreation with men?” 

“Simply because it is such a complete di¬ 
version. A different set of brain cells is 
brought into use, and as change is rest, the 
more complete the change the more satisfac¬ 
tory the rest.” 

J. Y. BASSELL. 

“Anything that has in it a struggle for su¬ 
premacy is a diversion to me,’ said Mr. J. Y. 
Bassell. “I am fond of a game of baseball 
and I love to see horses stretching themselves 
in a race. I can almost feel myself swept 
along with them. Every movement of a horse 
with race in him conveys the feeling that no 


strain would be too great if only victory is 
achieved, and I am thrilled with excitement 
when I see such an effort. In much the same 
way I am carried along with the eloquence 
of an impassioned orator. The man who can 
overcome fear and prejudice and, as the 
phrase goes, sweep an audience off its feet 
has for me such a charm that even after his 
voice has ceased to compel I feel like I had 
been given new life. So I become not only 
diverted, but absorbed in anything which 
shows physical or mental effort.’ 

DR. FRANK G. WARNER. 

“Such stories as ‘Beside the Bonnie Brier 
Bush’ and ‘The Days of Auld Lang Syne’ are 
very diverting to me,” said Dr. Frank War¬ 
ner. “I think Ian Maclaren has given us an 
innovation in literature.” 

“Is there any reason why so many of your 
profession prefer quiet games or reading to 
the amusements that call for action?” 

“I think it must be due to the fact that we 
get so much physical exercise through he day. 
Driving may seem pleasant and it is so when 
it is the result of inclination, but a round of 
it each day becomes most wearisome. Then, 
as each physician must read much in a pro¬ 
fessional way, he naturally seeks that form of 
diversion which proves most restful.” 

MR. FRED LAZARUS. 

“Fishing furnishes me more recreation than 
anything else,” responded Mr. Fred Lazarus. 
“There is nothing like getting out on the 
water and away from business worries. But 
ask him,” nodding to his brother, “as to his 
chief diversion. It’s hard to tell what these 
old bachelors do to amuse themselves.” 

“You are not speaking for yourself, then?” 

“Thank the Lord, no. I’m married, and 
I’ve no use for single men.” 

MR. RALPH LAZARUS. 

Mr. Ralph Lazarus had not seemingly found 
it difficult to amuse himself, for he promptly 
replied: 

“I take long walks in the open air.” 

His brother seemed so interested that I 
thought his curiosity should be gratified, and 
ventured the query: 

“Solitary walks?” 

“No, not always.” Then he hastily ex¬ 
claimed : “But, see here, don’t say anything 
about that, or the boys will have the laugh 
on me.” 


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The "boys” may have the cue for what it is 
worth. 

CHARLES KRAG. 

“Readirg is a solace and a diversion to 
me at all times,” said Mr. Krag. “Without 
any pretense of understanding its complexities 
I am much interested in sociology. Outside 
of that, I read in a desultory way whatever 
I fancy at the time I feel the need of change.” 

S. M. LEVY. 

“I seek amusement at the theater. I can 
always find it there, especially if there is a 
good comedy on the boards. Something to 
make me roar.” 

E. O. RANDALL. 

It was intresting to note that the practical 
man of business found his diversion the 
same way as one eminent in the literary cir¬ 
cles of the city, a professor of law in the 
university and devotee of Shakespeare and 
the legitimate drama Mr. E. O. Randall said: 

“As a means of recreation I enjoy a good 
comedy more than anything else. I mean the 
comedies that contain large types of human 
nature, those where the witticisms flash and 
cause spontaneous laughter. Not a travesty 
of that which is great and noble.” 

E. K. STEWART. 

Mr. E. K. Stewart, forgetful of the wonk 
piled on his desk, was intently studying the 
pattern of a new drugget, and was so ab¬ 
sorbed in it that without giving any heed to 
my question, he asked: 

“What do you think of it?” 

"Did you select it?” 

“No.” 

“Well, then, the texture is fine and the 
blending of colors in the border is exquisite, 
but I don’t like the center of it. In that the 
buyer did not have very good taste.” 

“Did you hear that, Kelly. You have just 
received a compliment.” 

A laugh from an adjoining room indicated 
that Mr. Kelly had heard. 

Then Mr. Stewart, seeming to realize that 
he had been asked a question, replied: 

“My chief and most enjoyable diversion 
after business hours, aside from seeing the 
cars of the Columbus Street Railway well 
filled, with patrons going to and from happy 
homes, is simple home amusements, including 
all games of cards, dominoes, backgammon 


and pool. Out of any of these I derive much 
pleasure, especially if victorious. I go into 
everything to win and the knowledge that I 
do so stimulates my opponents to greater ex¬ 
ertions in order to prevent my being the 
victor. I don’t care to take part in any game 
unless the players are all intensely interested. 

I have no use for any amusements in which 
the participants are indifferent as to results 
and I like people who are enthusiastic even in 
their diversions.” 

W. F. KELLY. 

“Selecting carpets is not my principal di¬ 
version,” said Mr. Kelly with another laugh 
that was contagious. “Home games in the 
winter and outdoor sports in the summer 
prove recreative to me. I would spend more 
of my leisure time angling than in any other 
manner if to do so did not necessitate leaving 
the city.” 

EMMETT TOMPKINS. 

"Cigars, billiards and whist constitute my 
chief diversions. But although the cigars 
are necessary for me to enjoy the other games 
they are not readily a diversion, and can no 
more correctly be designated as such than 
eating. As I understand recreations, smoking 
could not be deemed such. It is simply a 
habit and the pleasure connected with it is 
artificial, not real. If it were true, it would 
always be agreeable, and this we know is not 
the case, for the small boy’s first experience 
is most unpleasant. If smoking was only a 
pleasure I might be able to quit it, but like 
the morphine or whisky habit, it fastens it¬ 
self on one and is most difficult to overcome. 
As you know, or I don’t suppose you do 
either, but just as a man who becomes ad¬ 
dicted to the use of intoxicants is miserable 
without them and cannot take an interest in 
anything or perform his work satisfactorily 
without the customary stimulant, so smoking 
becomes a necessity and had better be called 
a disease thafi a diversion. So billiards and 
whist, neither of which I play well, are my 
principal amusements.” 

“Why is whist so popular?” 

“The charm lies in the fact that it is an in¬ 
tellectual game which rests because it calls 
for an abandonment of all other thought.” 

A. E. PITTS. 

Said Mr. A. E. Pitts: “The study of dogs 
was always an engrossing subject to me, but 
of late years I have not given as much time 


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to it as formerly. Years ago my interest in 
dogs and all that pertained to them led me to 
bring to Columbus a number of the species 
not represented here at the time. The first 
pug, fox terriers, mastiffs and first and only 
Russian wolf hound ever in the city were 
brought here by me. They were well known. 
Lobelis was the name of the hound. The fox 
terrier, Raby Signal, I imported from Eng¬ 
land, also the pug, Champion Bonsor, who 
was given that title on the other side, where 
he won over fifty prizes. He was shown all 
over the United States, receiving prizes every 
place. The mastiff, Winning Card, came from 
near Boston. At present I keep only two 
dogs, a fox terrier and a pug, but my interest 
in them has not abated and I learn everything 
I can in regard to them and their habits.” 

) 

L. D. HAGERTY. 

Judge Hagerty had just returned from a 
drive behind his bay and with a suggestion of 
the dash with which his equipage goes through 
the streets, exclaimed: “Give me a drive on a 
fine day like this and I will ask no greater en¬ 
joyment. My horse furnishes me more genu¬ 
ine pleasure than anything else.” 

C. T. CLARK. 

Captain C. T. Clark said: “When I am 
utterly tired and feel great need of recreation 
I go back to my old home and visit my pa¬ 
rents. Upon these particular occasions I go 
alone and the effect is very different from that 
experienced when accompanied by others. It 
brings back my boyhood so vividly that I 
seem to gain a new lease upon life. There 
is a rare charm in the renewal of our earliest 
association that cannot be found elsewhere. 
It is a sort of a pause in the swift march 
toward old age. I think we should more fre¬ 
quently take advantage of just such inter¬ 
vals of repose.” 

J. E. BLACKBURN. 

Dairy and Food Commissioner Blackburn 
responded: ‘My chief source of relaxation 
in the evening is a game of chess with my 
boy and a talk with him in regard to his 
studies. It is not only entertaining, but in¬ 
structive, to keep in touch with a boy s pur¬ 
suits, for one has to keep posted upon the 
subjects in which he. is interested. Since 
this trouble with Spain I have had to renew 
my acquaintance with geography in order to 
answer his questions, for he searches out the 


very things that I have either forgotten or 
never knew.” 

JERRY BLISS. 

“Watching the progress of my drum corps 
boys is about the only thing that claims my 
interest outside of business. I became much 
attached to those boys and this feeling has 
deepened since the death of my son. He was 
a member of the corps.” 

GEORGE MOLER. 

“This is the very subject upon which I was 
thinking. I was wondering if there was any 
particular form of amusement to which I was 
inclined more than another. Several years 
ago I had a mania for collecting old firearms, 
but it, like many other fads, was abandoned 
when I married. I dabble a little in photog¬ 
raphy now, but there is no pleasure greater 
than that which I find in the home circle. 
There I can indulge my taste for reading 
which is of a desultory nature for the most 
part with a slight leaning toward such writers 
as Lytton. When I leave the store I leave my 
business. I take no worry home and find 
none there. 

LIBRARIAN GALBREATH. 

“Principal diversion,” echoed State Li¬ 
brarian Galbreath, “with all this war trouble 
and the Ohio legislature in session? Aren’t 
they sufficient to monopolize one’s leisure? 

“Well, my methods change. As new ques¬ 
tions come up I find them of interest until 
the vital issues at stake are settled and then 
1 go back to the study of the lives of re¬ 
formers.” 

W. S. CARLISLE. 

Mr. W. S. Carlile devotes most of his leis¬ 
ure time to literature, and is a student of the 
French, Latin and Spanish languages. He 
seeks no other recreation.” 

w. c. McAllister. 

“I* like to get away from the city, houses 
and people, where I can fish, hunt, ride a bi¬ 
cycle or go boating. In fact,' anything that 
permits me to enjoy alone, free from all per¬ 
plexities and hurring care can be regarded as 
my diversion.” 

“I am becoming more deeply interested in 
economic subjects as the years go by, but I 
do not confine myself to them. As other im¬ 
portant issues come up, I try to keep in touch 
with them.” 


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MAYOR BLACK. 

“Horseback riding is my greatest relaxa¬ 
tion,” said Mayor Black, “blit I don’t get 
much of it. It is the only thing in the world 
that I care for in the way of recreation. All 
games and sports, such as baseball and bill¬ 
iards, have not the slightest attraction for me. 

DR. DICKSON L. MOORE. 

Dr. Moore was caressing the pretty fox 
terrier which won the first prize at the bench 
show when asked his chief relaxation. 

“Dogs and detective stories,” was the some¬ 
what laconic rejoinder, with a glance toward 
the collie and terrier near him that indicated 
that he was very fond of these loyal friends 
of mankind. Then he added: 

“Detective stories are a rest to me after 
the duties of the day and other reading.” 

HENRY REINHARD. 

“I am domestic in my tastes and spend 
most of my time with my family, in whose 
pursuits I am always interested. Just now 
one cannot think, talk or read of anything 
but war or something that has some bearing 
upon it. In connection with the war news, 
I am reading Spanish history. Until recently 
I made frequent trips to the lakes. I love to 
be out on the water. Just to stand and look 
at a vast expanse of it gives me a feeling of 
rest that I could never derive from most of 
the so-called recreations of our young people 
of today — amusements that often cause more 
fatigue than work.” 

FRED PRENTISS. 

“The clubs are my diversion. Dullness and 
depression of spirits must vanish before the 
infinite variety of entertainment afforded in 
them. I believe recreation must include all 
questions of mental and social as well as of 
a physical character and I think each individ¬ 
ual should choose that which is best adapted 
to his requirements. After sitting at my desk 
all day I like to get where there are people 
and action; also where one can take part in 
games or discussions if in the mood to do so, 
or can feel equally free to keep out of both, 
if so inclined.” 

DR. STARLING LOVING. 

Dr. Starling Loving promptly replied: 
“Trout fishing and horseback riding, if you 


mean outdoor diversions; then I am quite 
fond of microscopic study, but my greatest 
recreation in found there,” this with a wave 
of his hand toward the books which lined the 
walls of his home and were scattered where- 
ever space could be found for them, about 
2,000 in all. 

“While I never thought of collecting rare 
books, I take great pleasure in the possession 
and perusal of a number of copies that were 
gifts from my friends. Here is one that is 
over 200 years old,” referring to a worn and 
dingy volume entitled ‘The Royal Chymis- 
try.” Then with the touch characteristic of 
the lover of books, a touch that can never be 
acquired by a pretender, the doctor handed me 
a large volume, saying: “I am almost positive 
there is not another book like this in Colum¬ 
bus.” 

It was Virgil’s Aeneid,” with exquisite 
drawings. The dramas of Lope de la Vega 
were next presented for inspection. The first 
of these was almost sufficient to make a 
woman forget that she was examining a lit¬ 
erary gem. It was “Si No Veeran Las Mu- 
geres.” 

The plays of Caladeron de la Barca are also 
greatly prized, while another book which has 
probably no duplicate in Columbus is “Mili¬ 
tary and Religious Life at. the Period of the 
Renaissance.” This is quaintly illustrated in 
colors, one showing the Knights of the Holy 
Ghost embarking for the voyage which was 
never taken. 

After this in bewildering succession came 
“Evelyon’s Notes,” “Pepy’s Diary,” “The 
Characters,” by Jean de la Bruyere, “Troubles 
of Marco Polo,” “Life of Christopher Colum¬ 
bus,” in German, “History of Celebrated 
Crimes,” by Dumas, “Lewis and Clark’s” 
journal during their memorable expedition, 
Toissart’s chronicles, “Diatectics of the School 
of Salenu,” and a treatise published in 1725 
on “The Uses and Abuses of Wines, Malt 
Drinks and Water.” 


So these men, travelers on a hard and 
beaten path, with their eyes fixed upon some 
distant point which they may wish to reach 
ere nightfall overtakes them, have learned that 
there are times when they must pause. Hours 
when each must stop by the wayside and 
throwing down his burden seek some mossy 
bank where he can gather renewed energy to 
go forward. 

Well indeed would it be if all earth’s over- 



YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


worked people would and could do likewise. 
If all the weary bodies, crying nerves and 
throbbing brains could have or would take 
some time for diversion, what a different 
world it would be. If they lack the means to 
travel, purchase books, statues or costly pic¬ 
tures, if to them conservatories, operas and 
theaters were to remain forever closed, still 
there is pleasure and relief in a glance at 


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the blue sky above the waving boughs and 
green grass beneath it, in gazing upon a 
sublime sunset, listening to the song of birds 
or letting the heart beat an accompaniment 
to the ringing laugh of childhood. But alas, 
too many only find this breathing space when 
they have lost the capacity to enjoy, which 
is the true economy of life. 



DR. D. N. KINSMAN. 








FOR THEIR COUNTRY’S SAKE 


• COLUMBUS MOTHERS OFFER THEIR SONS IN THE CAUSE OF 

FREEDOM FOR CUBA. 


WHAT THE ONES LEFT BEHIND BY THE FOURTEENTH HAVE TO SAY. 


The hearts of the women of the United 
States have been most powerfully affected 
by the successive events which have led up to 
the present war, but nowhere do they beat 
with more devoted patriotism than in Ohio, 
especially among the relatives of the Four¬ 
teenth regiment. In Columbus gray-haired 
mothers, youthful wives, sisters and daughters 
unite as with one voice in expressing the 
sentiment — they are not ours to have and 
hold when our country needs them. 

Most of these women have reached the 
heights which tower far above the weakness 
that accompanies human love and inspired by 
pure and lofty loyalty to country, they, with 
sublime courage, repress all signs of grief in 
the presence of those who are to go, and with 
a pathetic attempt at cheerfulness are busy 
giving form to the manifestations which shall 
be a source of comfort to the boys when far 
removed from home. 

Only a few of these women could be seen 
because their homes were so scattered over the 
city, but those selected at random may safely 
be regarded as speaking for all. 


Mrs. Freeman was taking some necessary 
stitches in the chevrons on her son’s uni¬ 
form when seen, and said: 

“Mine is a sad task, and yet it is one that 
I would not shirk. George belongs to the 
Signal Corps and he thinks they could not go 
without him. I think so, too, and I am help¬ 
ing him get ready. My husband is one of the 
veterans of the Fourteenth, and if called will 
respond, while another son is thinking of 
enlisting. In speaking of this, one of my 
neighbors said, ‘I am sorry for you,’ but 
while I shall feel the parting with my son 
just as much as any mother could, I am 
proud that George is so anxious to go. He 


seems to have the warrior spirit and such as 
he are needed. I don’t think anyone should 
be talked into enlisting as soldiers, for they, 
like poets, are born, not made; but I shall 
always encourage patriotism even to the sac¬ 
rificing of my nearest and dearest. The best 
way to help the boys is to, as far as possible, 
conceal our own feelings so that they may 
not be depressed by our sorrow. I suppose 
I shall, like all women, break down at the 
last, but just now I am trying to aid in a 
practical way.” 

Then were shown evidences of thoughtful 
tenderness and motherly care even to a tiny 
housewife containing threaded needles, but¬ 
tons and scissors. Mrs. Freeman added: 

“Everything that is done now will be ap¬ 
preciated later. I remember how gratefully 
the boys of ’61 received any little attention 
that was given them when they camped here. 
I was in the high school then and the dif¬ 
ferent members of our class esteemed it a 
great privilege to carry hot coffee to the sol¬ 
diers when they arrived here thoroughly tired 
out. We took the coffee in buckets and car¬ 
ried tins for them to use. At times small 
boys would pass it for us, but when they did 
not do so we girls did, and many a ‘thank 
you’ that came from the depths of the heart 
was heard by us. Of course, I don’t think 
there will be anything like the horrors of the 
late war now, for as Spain has only 17,000,000 
people against our 70,000,000, the chances are 
that the conflict will be short and decisive, 
but one can never tell what may happen. 
Nevertheless, when the Fourteenth goes my 
boy will be with them.” 


Mrs. Mary Biddle, has three sons in the 
regiment, Captain F. R. Biddle, First Ser- 

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geant Edward Biddle and Private Franklin 
Biddle. Her words were : 

“It will be almost more than I can endure 
to see three of my sons go. I know what it 
means to wait for news from the front, where 
soldiers are fighting and falling, for I had a 
brother and a lover in the last war, and there 
is no greater suffering than the agony of 
suspense while hoping for the best, yet dread¬ 
ing the worst. It was terrible then when I 
was a young girl, but now—” There was a 
break in the voice and the sentence remained 
unfinished, while the gray hair was bowed in 
sorrow. Then, after a little, she continued: 
“If I could only be where I could do some¬ 
thing for them, if they needed me, it would 
not be so hard, I never thought that I should 
live to be called upon to see these boys leave 
me, but,” smiling through her, tears, “the 
Fourteenth will not go without them through 
any influence of mine.” 


Then into the room came a lad of 16 ex¬ 
claiming, “Mother, I’ve enlisted!” but see¬ 
ing the ghastly look on her face he hastily 
cried: “No, I haven’t, but I intend to do so. 
All the boys I know are going and you won’t 
see me staying at home like a coward.” 

There was no further demonstration of 
grief from Mrs. Biddle, but with a look that 
was most touching because of the renuncia¬ 
tion it conveyed, she said: “I see how it will 
be. There will be four of mine.” 

Miss Martha Guerin, daughter of Major 
Guerin, responded: 

“As papa served in the civil war, you may 
know that he is rather old to go, but as he is 
as strong as many of the younger men, I 
think his place is with his regiment. He has 
promised, if possible, I may go where I can 
be near him. This is a great comfort, for he 
is all I have. I always go with him when 
the Fourteenth goes into camp. I have had 
some experience in nursing, having helped 
him so much that I may be of some assistance. 
If it were not for this hope I should, I sup¬ 
pose, be inconsolable, for it is so much easier 
to be where one can aid than to remain at 
home alone. I shall not be the only woman, 
for there are many of the officers’ relatives 
who expect to go where they can be near 
their loved ones.” 


Mrs. Coit, wife of Colonel Coit, replied: 

“I confess that I am not sufficiently patri¬ 
otic to feel glad that my husband may be 


called to the front. I suppose I should be 
more enthusiastic if it were not for the 
terrible experiences through which I have 
passed when he has been called out with the 
militia. 1 he memory of those times is still 
very vivid and painful and naturally makes 
me shrink from seeing him go again. You 
can see that it would make no difference if 
I were not.” This with a glance toward a 
trunk that occupied the center of the hall as 
though ready to be removed. Near it was a 
campaigner’s hat, above which floated the flag 
of Cuba, and as if to make the picture com¬ 
plete Preston Coit, a lad of fourteen, who is 
one of the musicians of the Fourteenth, was 
walking proudly about in a soldier’s uniform. 

“Will your son go also?” was asked. 

“No, not into actual action; not where there 
is any danger,” was the hasty reply. “He 
will just go South with his father for a time.” 

“The war does not bother me — just so I 
don’t have to go,” said Miss Elizabeth Coit. 

“And as to your father going? How do 
you regard that?” 

“Oh, I would not think of his remaining at 
home if the regiment goes.” 

Later Colonel Coit’s mother was seen, and 
with her there was no lack of enthusiasm, no 
dearth of patriotism. With her face aglow 
with feeling, she said: 

“My son is a part of that organization and 
if for one instant he should fail to see his 
duty or falter in his course, I should be 
ashamed of him. But there is no danger of 
that, for the soldier spirit is too strong in 
him. It is innate and nothing can quell it. 
When he was a little boy he was always or¬ 
ganizing and drilling companies, and he and 
his friends had grand parades in our back 
yard when their only weapons were wooden 
guns. My son was determined to go into the 
civil war, but as he was too young to do so, 
he seems to have been trying to make up for 
lost time ever since. He has been the acting 
head of the regiment for many years and has 
been through a number of trying and tragic 
scenes. He will encounter no greater danger 
than he has been through, and I shall be glad 
to see him go in this war, for I think it is a 
holy one. It was not conceived in the spirit 
of revenge or conquest, but it is the result of 
a heart impulse of a great people who in the 
name of humanity have taken up arms that a 
neighboring country may be permitted to en¬ 
joy the freedonm which her sons have already 
won in battle. 

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rare — say why should the United States 
take up the cause of a lot of worthless nig¬ 
gers. But shame on all those who voice such 
a sentiment for the Cubans have demonstrated 
that they have the same deathless love of 
liberty that actuated our forefathers and if 
ever any country should aid another in gain¬ 
ing freedom from tyranny that country is 
ours. It is a debt we owe to the memory of 
those who so nobly aided us during the revo¬ 
lution. 

“Just yesterday a man sat there where 
you’re sitting and declared that this was the 
‘most causeless war the world had ever wit¬ 
nessed and its only foundation was the low 
spirit of revenge. I waited until he had fin¬ 
ished then I rose from my chair and de¬ 
manded how he dared to make such a state¬ 
ment in view of the fact that thousands of our 
citizens had been clamoring for interference 
long before the Maine was blown up, and the 
greatest regret is that so long did those brave 
men fight and endure atrocities before this 
government made any response to the hope 
which they cherished. Grover Cleveland 
missed the chance of his life by not espous¬ 
ing their cause and when William McKinley 
became president it was thought that he would 
do something in their behalf but he only did 
so under pressure.” 

“Do you think this war will be of long 
duration?” Mrs. Coit’s deep spiritual eyes 
seemed to be looking at that which is to be 
as she replied in low, almost solemn accents: 

“Before this trouble ends I think the whole 
of Europe will be involved in it in some way. 
I cannot give any idea as to why I think this 
further than Jhe general unrest which exists 
everywhere among all classes throughout the 
world. Everywhere there is dissatisfaction 
with existing conditions and this war may 
be but the' breath which shall fan into flame 
other revolutions. 

“We have reached, as it were, another 
crisis in the affairs of nations, one that no¬ 
thing but war will adjust. War has been 
necessary to forward all our greatest move¬ 
ments and terrible as it is this will be so as 
long as the animal in individuals controls the 
spiritual. 

“I realize that once armed conflict is in¬ 
augurated none can predict the end. This is 
the third war in which I have watched the 
troops march away.” 

“The third war?” was repeated interroga¬ 
tively. 


“Yes, I remember the Mexican war quite 
well.” 

“Is it possible? I would have thought you 
were to young.” 

“No, indeed, I am 78,” said this woman, 
whose appearance indicated that she had 
cheated time of at least a quarter of a cen¬ 
tury; whose interest and enjoyment in life 
is more intense than that of many girls, and 
whose charm of conversation is so great that 
one is loath to have her cease speaking. Her 
last words were: “My heart will ache when 
my son leaves just as those of other mothers 
but we should not and could not prove false 
to that which we have taught them — loyalty 
to country.” 


Mrs. Anne O’Shaughnessy, mother of Pri¬ 
vate Joseph F. O’Shaughnessy: 

“My boy is only seventeen now and has 
been in the Fourteenth ever since he was four¬ 
teen. He would grieve so if I should by a 
look indicate how I feel at thought of parting 
with him that I have refrained from express¬ 
ing my real feelings. He takes such pride in 
the fact that he went in so young that it 
would be dreadful if anything should occur 
to prevent his going. Despite his youth he is 
the tallest man in the regiment with the ex¬ 
ception of one commander. I naturally think 
of him as being older than he is. Still he is 
very young and only a mother can understand 
what it means to let such a boy go, but no 
matter how it hurts me, pride is mingled with 
the pain and women who consecrate their 
bravest and best to their country have a 
right to be proud of them. Joe went into 
camp feeling that I would not have him else¬ 
where and when called to active service he 
shall feel the same.” 


Lieut. Krumm’s mother exclaimed: 

“It will almost break my heart to have 
Harry go and yet if I were in his place I 
should be like him, eager to defend the flag. 
I broke down yesterday morning but shall not 
do so again. I am composed now and proudly 
conscious that my boy will never shirk his 
duty. He shall not be depressed by any ex¬ 
hibition of my sorrow hereafter.” 


Miss Ella Graham, principal of First Av¬ 
enue school, has two brothers in the service. 
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65 


While the school was marching in to the air 
of “We’ll Rally Round the Flag,” she talked 
of the approaching departure. With a sad 
smile she said, “I knew when the boys en¬ 
listed that if danger ever threatened they 
would in all probability be called upon to 
face it; but then^you see it was only a re¬ 
mote possibility. I was very brave then and 
thought that it would be easy to have them 
rally to the support of the government in any 
emergency but now that this is so near I 
find it very hard to be composed. My mother 
feels as I do only of course her sorrow is 
far greater than mine, but we both think that 
no sacrifice is too great at such a time as this. 
They are needed and that is sufficient to cause 
every loyal woman to be proud that they are 
ready for the call.” 


Mrs. Bigelow, sister of Private Samuel Mc¬ 
Lain, responded: 

“My brother enlisted since the trouble with 
Spain became serious so I realized then that 
the probabilities were he would be called in 
a position where the chances are that he will 
fight for an oppressed people. I think he will 
make a good soldier for he seems to have in¬ 
herited the spirit of one. Our grandfather, 
father and four uncles served in the civil war 
and you may imagine my mother’s feelings 
when they left for the front. If she could see 
her father, husband and four brothers go I 
surely shall not shame her courage by feeling 
that I should not relinquish one. 

“My mother was here last week, but she 
did not know brother had enlisted until he 
came in the room clad in his uniform. She 
was terribly shocked at first for it recalled the 
scenes of ’61 so vividly but she recovered suf¬ 
ficiently to say that with his nature he could 
not have done otherwise nor would she have 
had him different. But when something was 
said about her being here when the boys left 
she said no she could not endure to see them 
march to the train which would bear them to 
the conflict. We know that father, who was 
a captain in the last war, would be proud to 
see his son march away to uphold the honor 
of the flag. We feel all the sorrow of the oc- 
caion, but personal feelings must be repressed 
when such a crisis as this comes.” 


Mrs. Walsh, mother of Capt. Jos. J. Walsh 
and Private A. E. Walsh said. I would al¬ 
most begrudge my boys to God if they were 


taken from me in any ordinary way and yet 
I can see them go to this cause willingly. 
I have gone through much but I can endure 
more in order that they may help uphold the 
honor of our country. The only brother I 
ever had was killed in the battle of Antietam. 
I was his pet and the last one to whom he 
said farewell. Now, after all these years, I 
can almost feel the beating of his heart as 
when he held me in his arms for the last time. 
Yet with memory fresh in my mind I feel that 
my boys should be with their comrades what¬ 
ever comes even if they like my brother should 
never come back.” 


“Yes,” said Miss Ella Walsh, “we think, 
as Dr. Gladden expressed it, that it is a holy 
w T ar, and no matter how great the pain of 
parting, we are prepared for it. It is right, 
it is noble, that our country should aid Cuba, 
and we, as individuals, should do our part.” 


Private Knauss’ mother replied : 

“We don’t like to see Rann go for several 
reasons. I don’t see any necessity of this war, 
anyway. I think this trouble could all have 
been settled in some other manner. I don’t 
think the United States should interfere in the 
affairs of another country, and as to the 
Maine incident, I think it could have been 
satisfactorily adjusted. Because some lives 
were lost then, it will not do any good to 
have others go out and get killed.” 

“Then you think that you son should not 
engage in this war?” 

“Oh, no. If his regiment goes, he should 
be with it. I am not afraid for him to go so 
far as the danger in conflict is concerned, but 
the associations of camp life are to be de¬ 
plored. One does not like to have a boy 
exposed to the temptations that must neces¬ 
sarily be encountered.” 


Mrs. Wharry, wife of Acting Hospital 
Steward Wharry, responded: 

“At first I felt very bitter about my hus¬ 
band being so placed that he would have to 
leave me if called, but now that the worst 
seems inevitable, I am reconciled. Yes, more 
than that; for after having said so much 
to oppose his course in the beginning, I 
should never forgive myself if words of mine 
should influence him to do other than his 
duty. Now, I would rather have him go to 


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his death than see his regiment leave without 
him if it were possible for him to go.” 

As Mrs. Wharry ceased speaking a very 
touching incident occurred. Her little son, 
a boy of three or four, threw his arms about 
her and exclaimed, “I won’t go away and 
leave you, mamma,” but as the strains of 
martial music were wafted into the room he 
dashed to the window, then seized his drum 
and beat lustily upon it while several com¬ 
panies of troops were marching past. After 
the music ceased his drum was heard and 
many a soldier lifted his eyes and smiled 
as he caught sight of the little drummer 
who, as the last one disappeared, said: “I 
guess I’ll go to war with papa.” 


Mrs. Sarah Sheriff, grandmother of Charles 
O. Groce, voiced her sentiments in these 
words: 

“I am getting old and war seems more 
'dreadful to me now that it did in ’61, hut 
•wherever there is need of my grandson’s ser¬ 
vice, there is where he should be. We will 
miss him sorely, for his mother is a widow 
and he is so much to us, but she is like my¬ 
self, would not think of saying a word to 
weaken his purpose which is as strong as 
life. We understand his feelings. His grand¬ 
father, father and three uncles were soldiers 
in the war of the rebellion. His father re¬ 
ceived a terrible wound, and was troubled by 
it until the time of his death while one uncle, 
Captain John Groce, for whom the post at 
Circleville was named, was killed in battle. 
Charles thinks that he must not shame the 
record which they made and we would not 
have him to do so no difference how we may 
grieve to see him leave.” 


Private Eichhorn’s sister, a teacher in the 
public schools, said: “I fully realize that 
Harry may at any moment be called to a 
scene of carnage and it is difficult to express 
the many emotions that this thought arouses. 
But as a member of the National Guard, we, 
for my mother thinks as I do in regard to it, 
think he should go wherever needed, and we 
do not think that he could win greater honor 
than by serving in this war which had its 
origin in love of humanity.” 


Mrs. Stewart, wife of Judge Stewart, said: 
“I would not love my boy if he did not 
wish to serve his country in this time of need, 


but I think it almost criminal for the boys 
who have not had training to respond to the 
first call. I believe drill for war is no holiday 
pastime, no camping out for pleasure, but my 
son had no preparation for he just enlisted 
in battery H. He did so with my consent but 
only after the most earnest pleading upon his 
part, for I think these boys will simply be in 
the way or furnish food for the diseases inci¬ 
dent to that climate. The raw recruit may 
have boundless courage but the trained soldier 
may render better service, so I think it a 
grave mistake that these younger men did not 
wait for the second call. Had my boy been 
in the regiment for some time I should be 
ashamed of him if he was not eager to be 
among the first to respond to the call to arms, 
but as it is I think .he should have waited a 
few months at least. He was preparing for 
Harvard, and of course it is a disappoint¬ 
ment to see him relinquish that, but personal 
feelings would not count with me if I knew 
that he was prepared for the service. My 
heart would not sway me if the country really 
needed him, but there are thousands who are 
anxious to go now who know better what 
will be required of them. In my opinion they 
should go first, but that does not mean that 
I should be unwilling to make this sacrifice 
if I deemed it absolutely necessary for when 
our country is involved in war her sons 
should stand by her, but they should curb 
their enthusiasm until such time as they can 
successfully serve.” 


Miss Nellie Grandstaff, sister of First 
Sergeant Grandstaff and Armorer M. C. 
Grandstaff, said : 

“My mother and I are trying to be calm 
so that the boys may not be depressed by 
any exhibition of our sorrow at thought of 
parting with them but we are proud to know 
that if necessary they will go to uphold the 
traditions of our government. VVe will not 
for a moment think of them as elsewhere 
than with their regiment but it would be 
easier to go into danger than to send those 
we love. This is a most cruel test.” 

“Yes,” said Mrs. Celia Evans, another sis¬ 
ter, “it is a cruel test, but remembering what 
others have done to make this country what 
it is and the sacrifices made in the past for 
our beloved land we would not be worthy of 
it if not willing for them to go as are the 
thousands of other women who will have to 
see their dear ones go into the strife. We 
shall not falter when the time comes.” 






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Oh, wondrous love of country so great that 
all other love is subdued at its behest. These 
women are willing for their bravest and best 
to go fully conscious that many may not 
return. Sublime and impressive consecration 
for through their doubts and fears, their sighs 
and tears, with few exceptions there were 
none who would have father, husband, brother 
or son hestitate one moment to go forth with 
the regiment of which Ohio is so proud. 

The boys of the Fourteenth have expected 
to prove their worth in face of danger and 


it should prove an inspiration to them where- 
ever they may be to know that in Columbus 
women watch and wait for their return; 
women whose loyalty to country is such that 
if bereaved they will in after years look up 
and smile and glory in the thought that kin¬ 
dred of theirs have won the deathless wreaths 
of fame that are given to those who when 
enlisted under the flag brings it back with 
honor or die beneath its fold. 

Mary Robson. 












MEALS AT CAMP BUSHNELL 


GOOD FOOD, PLENTY OF IT, BUT WONDERFULLY SERVED. 


SOME EXPERT COOKS AMONG THE MASTERS OF CUISINE. 


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Washing Dishes the Toughest Job of Camp Life — The Care of Fires a Study — Prim¬ 
itive Utensils — Social Lines Ignored with Common Loyalty. 


In the white tented city called Camp Bush- 
nell with it glitter of acoutrements, its pic¬ 
turesque combination of color, and incessant 
movement of soldiery one sees at first only 
a splendid spectacle to which fancy adds the 
lustre of military glory. Well may the imagi¬ 
nation have some play in the contemplation of 
this scene, for this city rising as if by magic 
will vanish as quickly at the imperative de¬ 
mands of war, and those who dwell there may 
hasten into the conflict from which many may 
not return. This thought is sufficient to 
throw a shade of melancholy over all and 
cause the lightest nature to feel the shadow 
of solemnity. But as cool, silent depths of 
water may break and bubble on the surface 
and dance and sparkle in the sun so above the 
earnestness of purpose which runs throughout 
the camp there are mirth provoking incidents, 
humorous speeches and general hilarity. 

Pledged to the imminent dangers of war, 
realizing that “it is a soldier’s business to 
die” they yield not to gloomy apprehensions 
or tragical thoughts, but with true camp phil¬ 
osophy lend themselves to the enjoyment of 
the hour and take everything as it comes — 
especially if it is something to eat. Remem¬ 
bering that “The fate of nations depends upon 
the fogd they eat,” these warriors-to-be are 
naturally solicitous as to the quantity, qual¬ 
ity and preparation of that which is to nourish 
them and just now the art of cooking is 
receiving more attention than the prospect of 
fighting. Hence the quartermasters and the 
cooks are the chiefs whose consideration is 
most sought, and right well do they bear the 
honors thrust upon them. 

This is most noticeable among the cooks; 
and no fond mother or sister, no devoted wife 


or loving sweetheart need feel that they pre¬ 
pare indigestible compounds from which the 
boys had better turn away, for in most in¬ 
stances each company has a cook who pos¬ 
sesses the manual dexterity and experience 
which marks the difference between the ama¬ 
teur and the professional while quite often 
there is added to this, painstaking care' and 
pride in their tasks which is not manifested 
by many women, who cook for families but 
have never learned that cooking is an art and 
cannot be carried on mechanically. Those 
who visit the camp and fail to see how meals 
are prepared and served miss one of the most 
interesting features. 

This much was learned from a personal in¬ 
spection of the commissaries and methods 
employed in preparing food in companies A, 
B, C, and F, of the Fourteenth regiment. The 
points considered were provisions, utensils, 
cleaning and packing, management of the fires 
and manner of serving. In the commissary 
department were eggs, beans, rice, potatoes, 
tomatoes, cream of corn, bread, ground coffee, 
sugar, salt and other necessaries and the most 
careful housewife could not have displayed 
more neatness in the disposal of these with 
the limited space and the conditions under 
which these men work. 

All the utensils were of tin or granite iron 
and presented a shining appearance with the 
exception of some of the boilers, which are 
kept in almost constant use over the fires 
which smoke and darken them in a few mo¬ 
ments’ time. In regard to the packing every¬ 
thing that pertained to the cooking could be 
placed in large pans designed for roasting 
and thus conveniently moved from place to 
place. The old camp fire problem as to how 


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to get the steadfast heat nearest the food with¬ 
out buring the cook has been partly solved 
by a contrivance of iron bars which set down 
close to the fire and furnish a staple support 
for frying pans, kettles, etc. 

Company B is so fortunate as to have a 
Meyer’s outfit and this of course is of great 
advantage to the cook, who is a white man 
and who not only takes great pride in his 
cooking, but in keeping everything about him 
scrupuously clean and in good order. How¬ 
ever, Company F claims to have the best cook 
in the regiment, so I sought this distinguished 
individual and found him most interesting, or, 
as Major Speaks expressed it, a “regular 
•crackerjack.” He was too deeply engaged in 
studying the contents of a boiler to give me 
much heed at first, so ample time was given 
to survey him and his surroundings'. His 
wool was surmounted by a cap made from 
paper that had once done service as a flour 
sack and about his waist was tied and tucked 
in many a fold an apron of huge dimensions. 
This was about all that was visible of him, 
until, satisfied that the vegetables were pro¬ 
gressing finely, he turned his ebon face toward 
things of lesser importance. I then ventured 
the remark that he seemed to have had much 
experience in cooking to which he promptly 
replied, ‘Twenty yeahs or moh, I’se done 
cooked foh many a yeah at 01’ Point Comfot.” 

“Indeed; then you are a Virginia cook, 
and there are none better,” to which glaring 
compliment he answered: 

“You’se ’bout right dar; and I's one ob 
de originals.” 

His statement was superfluous, for none 
but a Virginia darkey or one thoroughly im¬ 
bued with their haphazard ways could cook 
in the confusion and disorder about him. 
Everything was suggestive of the kitchen en¬ 
vironments of Aunt Dinah in “Uncle Tom’s 
Cabin,” but in this case, as with her, the cook 
was undisturbed by lack of order. He had 
been disappointed in having meat arrive too 
late to be roasted, and did not attempt to 
hasten that which would require hours of time 
because of the immense amount, but, like any 
experienced housewife, looked up some cold 
ham, and finding this seemingly insufficient, 
began to cut steak from a large joint. Near 
him was an assistant who was paring pota¬ 
toes with a reckless disregard as to whether 
half of each potato went with the paring or 
not. These when stewed, together with beans, 
the two kinds of meat, bread, butter and 
cheese, formed the midday meal of company 


F, and although it had been cooked where 
everything was at sixes and sevens, the results 
were excellent; so the means by which they 
were obtained were not of relative importance. 

In company B boiled ham, potatoes boiled 
and pickled, tomatoes, bread and butter and 
coffee were prepared. Company C had roast 
beef with vegetables, while company A and 
the band and signal corps served soup as well 
as meats and vegetables. 

From all that could be gleaned from obser¬ 
vation the provisions were fairly good, the 
quantity profuse and the preparation excel¬ 
lent, but the serving of the food was suf¬ 
ficient to make any woman wish to help them. 
In company F a number of young men who 
were on fatigue were attempting to cut bread. 
The amateur was painfully apparent, for such 
chunks as they sawed off! They were very 
merry over their work and I inquired as to 
the misdemeanors that had brought them on 
fatigue duty. 

“Slipping the lines in order to get over to 
town and remaining too long,” was the reply. 
“You see most of them have girls over there, 
and are willing to go on fatigue for a few 
extra hours with them. There’s no keeping 
these young fellows away from their sweet¬ 
hearts, so long as it is only a matter of evad¬ 
ing the guards.” 

“What about those who are older?” was 
asked. 

“Oh, I reckon a change of coats doesn’t 
mean a change of hearts with any of us,” 
was the laughing response. 

Just then a company lined up to receive ra¬ 
tions. Then was seen the real strength of 
these men, for up they came laughing, jest¬ 
ing, playing lively tatoos upon the utensils 
which answer for plates; and, without corn- 
paint or even a look that would indicate self- 
pity, accepted that which was given them, al¬ 
though the careless manner in which the food 
was piled up in an indiscriminate mass must 
have been very trying to those who were ac¬ 
customed to the refinements of home life, 
where their comfort and pleasure was the 
chief study of women. Stifling fastidious 
thoughts, they, as one of the quartermasters 
expressed it, “accommodated themselves to 
things in an amazing manner.” 

Whether they are ever called from Camp 
Bushnell to active campaigning or not, the 
training they receive will, no doubt, have 
beneficial effects. For, coming from scenes of 
indulgence and delight, each has taken his 
place as one among thousands — a unit in the 


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mighty aggregate where men must be like ma¬ 
chines to render the best service. And those 
inured to toil and hardships do not bear pri¬ 
vations more stanchly than do some of these 
erstwhile darlings of society, and it is quite 
likely that their apparent content will develop 
into absolute fortitude under more trying cir¬ 
cumstances. Their experience in the camp 
under military discipline may awaken strength 
that has slumbered because not aroused by 
circumstances. 

Whatever the social gulf that yawns be¬ 
tween this or that individual, out there, they 
are comrades, bound in close fraternity, and 
the same strength, courage and desire to act 
greatly animates each one. Only the grandeur 
of an impersonal love and the power of an 
imperishable patriotism could induce men to 
undergo the grinding routine, the wearisome 
drills, the harassing repetition of daily duties 
to which they are accustomed. It speaks 
well for America’s sons that, dropping the 
implements of trade, or books of learning, 
turning away from their chosen professions, 
bridging all differences, they can stand not 
only shoulder to shoulder in battle, if neces¬ 
sary rendering unquestioning obedience to 
their chief’s commands, but, subordinating 
every rebellious impulse, can perform with pa¬ 
tience. the petty, irksome, disagreeable tasks 
that fall to the lot of each when in camp. 


No better illustration of this is needed than' 
the scene presented when they wash their 
dishes. It is a blending of all that is ridicu¬ 
lous and pathetic, for, while so willing, they 
are so awkward and seemingly, more averse 
to this work than any other imposed upon 
them. Flat on the ground they place their 
dishpans, thus making it necessary for each 
one to stoop to his task, and then six or 
seven soldiers will attempt to wash dishes at 
the same moment, while others will crowd up,, 
give a hasty dip to the plates which they 
carry and rush to the hydrant to rinse them, 
after which, if they can get possession of 
one of the greasy, black rags which are in 
use, they will wipe them with many flourishes; 
but if no cloth is in convenient reach they 
give the pans a hasty slap across their own 
knees or some comrade’s back, and this an¬ 
swers for the drying process. Occasionally 
slender white hands will encounter (those 
browned and roughened by toil, as their own¬ 
ers seek a stray knife or fork, and in after 
years they are denied the pleasant reminiscence 
of saying “we drank from the same canteen” 
while on the march, they can at least recall 
that in old Camp Bushnell they washed their 
dishes in the same deep pan. 

Mary Robson. 



CAMP BUSHNELL. 






































VETERANS OF BLUE AND 
UNITED ON MEMORIAL 


GRAY 

DAY. 


TOUCHING CEREMONIES AT CAMP CHASE, 


WITH UNION AND CONFEDERATE HEROES BENEATH ONE FLAG. 


Columbus Ex-Soldiers Tell How the Foes of Other Days Will be Welcomed as 

Friends. 


“Peace hath her victories no less renowned 
than war.” The truth of this will be fully 
exemplified in Columbus this week, when the 
veterans of the Lost Cause meet here to dec¬ 
orate the graves of their dead — the sons of 
the southland who died prisoners of war at 
Camp Chase. For upon this occasion the 
victors will extend to the vanquished the 
most gracious hospitality, and in many in¬ 
stances will accompany and assist them in 
their mournful task. 

Seeing this the world will realize as never 
before that the line which once separated the 
north from the south has been overgrown by 
the flowers of fraternal affection and honest 
appreciation each of the other’s worth. These 
are blossoms that can not be forced, and, 
although a rain of blood fell upon the soil 
of the south, and the plow of conquest up¬ 
rooted proud traditions, these plants did not 
flourish until they received the warm, sunny 
rays of mercy. 

The ex-Union soldiers of Columbus and 
vicinity, touched by the readiness with which 
the Southerners now spring to the defense 
of the flag which they once assailed, and the 
fact that the first to lose his life in this war 
was a native of the state which first seceded, 
are preparing to receive the ex-Confederates 
with every token of goodwill. 

I talked with more than fifty ex-Union 
soldiers in regard to the return of the cap¬ 
tured flags, how they expected to greet the 
ex-Confederates, and the advisability of hav¬ 
ing reunions with them in the future, and 
during these talks was given an exhibition of 
moral grandeur unparalleled. But their own 

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words best tell the story. In this connection 
A. O. Mitchell, present commander of Wells 
post, said: 

"I favor all reunions between the Blue and 
Gray, deeming that they strengthen the bonds 
of friendship between the two sections. More 
than that, I believe that ex-Confederates 
should be admitted to our order as second 
members. Sectionalism has been dead a long 
time; but if it had not been, the present war 
would effectually kill it. We shall welcome 
the ex-Cor federates who come here with all 
the cordiality due from soldiers to soldiers.” 

Mr. John A. McKenna’s reply was substan¬ 
tially the same as that of Mr. Mitchell. 

Mr. John H. Sherry, 

AN EX-PRISONER IN ANDERSON- 
VILLE, 

exclaimed: “The war with Spain has buried 
sectional feeling so deep that one would have 
to dig from here down to China to find even 
the ashes of it. Long ago the South in good 
faith and unreservedly accepted every legiti¬ 
mate result of the war of the Rebellion. 
They took defeat like the brave men they 
were, and now after thirty-seven years they 
are proving themselves worthy of every con¬ 
sideration ; so, in my opinion, their flags 
should he returned and everything possible 
done to maintain the unity of interest that 
now exists.” 

Mr. William Gittan said: “Reunions be¬ 
tween the Blue and the Gray are a good thing. 
We can not have too many of them, especially 
since our numbers are getting smaller each 
year. First thing we know, we won’t have 







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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


time to talk it over and become better ac¬ 
quainted. I shall welcome the veterans who 
come here this week most heartily, but I 
shall not shake hands with them.” 

“Why not,” I asked, thinking the expression 
very strange. 

“Why not?” he repeated, “because they 
didn’t leave me any hands to do so,” holding 
up two gloved artificial semblances of such. 
Then he continued. “They can return some 
arms, but not those they took from me. 
Worst of it was, they were taken just three 
days before the surrender of Lee. Might 
have left them with me then. However, I 
bear them no malice now. Life’s too short 
to cherish malice.” 

Mr. Richard Albrittain, whose left arm is 
mutilated and almost useless from a gunshot 
wound received at the siege of Vicksburg, 
responded: “I think it is perfectly proper 
for the ex-Confederates to come and pay a 
tribute of respect to their dead, and while 
I shall not, in all probability, go to Camp 
Chase, it will not be because I think those 
who are so disposed should not do so, but 
simply that I seldom take part in any cere- 
nTonies of that kind. As to the flags, I can 
see no reason why they should not be given 
back. The people of the South began to re¬ 
turn swords and other trophies of war to our 
soldiers in the early 70’s, and if they really 
wish for the flags T favor their return.” 

Capt. J. B. Allen, who carries an empty 
sleeve as a mark of his participation in the 
same terrible onslaught at Vicksburg, forgot 
his usual calm manner, and exclaimed with 
vehemence: 

“NO ANIMOSITY BETWEEN SOL¬ 
DIERS. 

“Between the soldiers who fought there 
never was personal animosity like that which 
existed among some who never knew the 
real meaning of war. When, at Appomattox, 
Lee with proud dignity surrendered to Grant, 
who said, ‘Let us have peace,’ there was no 
true soldier heart that did not echo the senti¬ 
ment; and following the example of their 
great leaders, each of these deemed it best 
to keep silent. But of course there have 
always been some fools and fire-eaters who 
have engendered more bitterness among the 
young people of today than we had in the 
ranks at any time. For instance, that much 
quoted telegram ‘No rebel flags shall be sur¬ 
rendered while I am governor of Ohio,” 


caused some people to think we would have 
the war all over again. I am surprised that 
the author of it, who thought at the time he 
had done something wonderful, has even now 
retracted it. I should not have been surprised 
if he had continued until the end of his days 
saying the same thing over to himself, occa¬ 
sionally sticking his head in a barrel so as 
to get a better echo of the words, which were 
as senseless then as they are now. Of course, 
times have changed, but the facts in this case 
remain the same. The Confederacy has 
ceased to be, and the people of the South 
desired the return of their standards because 
of personal feelings that could do no one 
harm. They should have had these long ago, 
for among the thoughtful nothing but good 
will reigns now.” 

Gen. Wilson, who formed one of the party 
of officers exchanged for Gen. Fitzhugh Lee, 
an account of which recently appeared in The 
Press-Post, exclaimed: “By all means let us 
have reunions between the Blue and the Gray, 
so that the harmony between the sections may 
grow stronger each year. 

AS TO THE FLAGS, SEND THEM 
BACK. 

The men who fought under them are as loyal 
to the stars and stripes now as if they had 
never thought of any other standard. They 
know as well as we do that their flags rep¬ 
resent nothing that exists today, but they are 
dear to them because of associations connected 
with painful memories. All sentiment, some 
would say, but it is the kind of sentiment that 
lurks in many American hearts, and is rather 
difficult to eradicate. I have a little touch 
of it myself, for I would like to have some 
one send me the sword which contains my 
name, and was valued more than ordinary 
arms because the gift of a dear friend. It 
may be perfectly useless, and I know if it 
were not that I should never use it again, 
but still I w'ould like to have it. 

Mr. A. J. McCune, an ex-prisoner of war, 
smothered all thought of his terrible experi¬ 
ence while in Andersonville, said: 

“When w'e have men like General Fitzhugh 
Lee and General Wheeler appointed to places 
so high in the service of the government they 
once assailed, while the young men of their 
section are eager to show that they can fight 
in this cause as valiantly as their fathers did 
in the lost one, 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


rs 


EVERY SOUTHERNER IS AS TRUE 
AS STEEL, 

it’s time for the wagon drivers and bounty 
jumpers of the late war to keep still and let 
the past be buried in oblivion. Narrowness 
and all the bitter feelings that once divided 
us are no more. We shall welcome the men 
who once were our foes as friends, and all 
those who wish to participate in the decora¬ 
tion of the graves at Camp Chase should be 
permitted to do so without unkindly criticism. 
We are all Americans, and soon we shall all 
sleep beneath American sod; so what matters 
the fighting which took place between us so 
long ago.” 

Mr. J. J. Barber was seen in his studio, 
and left the realms of art to talk of the 
realities of today. He said: 

“It is fitting that hospitality be extended to 
the men who will be here this week to exe¬ 
cute what to them is a sacred task, and I 
endorse the welcome extended to them. The 
situation to-day with the boys of both sections 
at the front and a united people back of them 
indicates that the gulf which once divided 
us has been bridged. I favor reunions and 
everything that will tend to preserve the pres¬ 
ent good feeling.” 

Mr. B. F. Stephens, an ex-prisoner of war, 
said: “When the boys of ’61 on both sides 
unite and send their boys to the front as in 
this crisis, there can be no question as to the 
union of hearts arid interests in this country. 
At Chickamauga are representatives of each 
section (I sent one, my eldest boy) and I’ll 
venture to say that the sympathy and cordial 
good feeling between those who are comrades 
there now, is not more pronounced than that 
which exists between the men who once did 
such hard fighting on that same ground. 
While we of the north do not forget that 
which was worse than death in its horrors. 

LIFE IN SOUTHERN PRISONS, 

we also remember that those who were such 
gallant foes in the field were not to blame for 
the dreadful crimes perpetrated in the stock¬ 
ades. In order that it may be fully apparent 
to others that we understand this, I favor 
the return of the flags, reunions and every 
thing that will show that the people of this 
country are united.” 

SOUTHERN HEROISM. 

Mr. William M. Armstrong replied: 

“I heartily endorse everything that will 


bring us into closer friendship with the peo¬ 
ple of the South. I have an intense admira¬ 
tion for them, and it’s odd that this was first 
awakened during a fierce engagement. It 
was in Tennessee. Our men were stationed 
on a slope of ground behind parapets with 
head logs; you know what head logs are? 
Yes? Well, the only danger to which we 
could possibly be exposed during an attack 
was from our own batteries that were so 
placed they could fire over our heads. In 
such cases shells often burst before they 
reached their intended destination, and thus 
play havoc in the ranks they were meant to 
serve. Everything was against any who 
should attempt to come up that line, but a 
force of Confederates tried it. Their front 
lines were mowed down by the batteries, but 
on they came as though they meant to take 
everything before them, until one could but 
wonder what madness possessed them. Again 
and again they were repulsed by merciless 
firing, but every time they would reform and 
come marching back as proudly as if on re¬ 
view, until, would you believe it, they charged 
us seven times, and every time they came 
nearer, until in the last desperate assault our 
defenses were reached, and clambering upon 
them, they fought like madmen with the butts 
of their guns until our batteries swept them 
down in a heap. I never saw anything that 
could equal it in my life, and I have seen 
some thrilling sights. While they were fight¬ 
ing so heroically, I felt like cheering them 
myself. It was such a magnificent effort, that 
although victory was ours, it seemed trivial 
and mean because so easily won, especially 
when we watched the remnants of that gallant 
band fall slowly back, leaving the ground 
covered with gray clad figures. Since then I 
have always thought that such foes would be 
worthy having as friends. I have made fre¬ 
quent visits in the South of late years, and 
have met many ex-Confederates with whom 
delightful friendships were formed. They 
have such exquisite courtesy in their own 
homes, that I should have much regretted it 
if arrangements had not been made to make 
their visit here as pleasant as possible. If 
they wish for the return of the flags, I don’t 
see why they should not have them.” 

Said Adjutant General Axline: “Of course, 
reunions between the Blue and the Gray are 
advisable. They develop fraternity in a re¬ 
markable degree. Now that the boys of each 
section have enlisted to fight a foreign foe, 
the last vestige of resentment has been swept 


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away, and every act of ours should demon¬ 
strate this to the world. As to the flags, I 
was sitting by Governor Foraker when he 
wrote that message in regard to them, and 
at that time I fully concurred in it, but this 
war has changed my views, and now I say, 
give them back.” 

Mr. C. F. DeLong expressed his sentiments 
in these words: “Arrangements Jtave been 
made whereby the ex-Confederates who come 
here will understand that we cherish no ani¬ 
mosity toward them. I hope the meetings 
between the soldiers will continue to grow in 
favor. I should not like to hear of a general 
order to return all flags, for I think this 
should be left to the discretion of the regi¬ 
ments that captured them.” 

Capt. C. T. Clark said: “There never was 
enmity between the fighting soldiers north 
and south. They always respected each other, 
and with us the respect deepened into pride 
that our opponents were Americans. Ever 
since the war we have talked over the events 
of it in a friendly way, so I favor reunions. 
The Confederate was a rebel, 

NOT A TRAITOR. 

We 'are all rebels against laws and institu¬ 
tions we don’t like, so why not decorate the 
graves of rebel soldiers? They were brave 
men who died for a cause they thought right. 
The captured flags belong to the whole peo¬ 
ple, and should in my estimation, be taken 
to Washington and kept there, because of the 
historical interest that attaches to them. We 
don’t wish every evidence that there was a 
conflict destroyed, for trophies of war are 
good object lessons.” 

Dr. James C. Krosen replied: “Reunions 
between the Blue and the Gray broaden our 
ideas in regard to the events of the war, and 
for this reason I think they should be encour¬ 
aged. Now, about the flags. Were I an ex- 
Confederate, I should not desire them, be¬ 
cause of the painful memories they would 
arouse. It would be like opening an old 
wound long healed, but if they think differ¬ 
ently, and the return of the flags will streng¬ 
then the bonds of fellowship between us, then 
I should advocate giving them back.” 

Said Capt. John Dana: “I was out such 
a short time that my experience as a soldier 
scarcely counts, but I believe everything 
should be done to make the soldiers who 
come here realize that we recognize in them 
American citizens, one with us in all that is 


for the best of the country. I think their 
standards should be sent back.” 

Major John Chapin, an ex-prisoner of war, 
responded: “Reunions between the soldiers 
of the North and South are certainly to be 
commended. We favor the coming of the 
ex-Confederates to pay tribute to the memory 
of those who were dear to them in their 
darkest, saddest days, and we shall accord 
them most hearty welcome. As to the flags, 
there are some things that are just as well 
kept in the background without undue agita¬ 
tion. That which is best will eventually occur 
without forcing it. Thirty-sevep years is a 
long time to look back over, but some mem¬ 
ories are as fresh in our minds now as then. 
To forget them we should have to blot out 
life. We blame not living men, we cherish 
no animosity, but we would just as soon have 
the flags, under which we suffered things too 
hideous for history to record, kept out of 
sight.” 

Said Mr. Joseph Baker: “Reunions be¬ 
tween those who were foes in the 60’s should 
be more frequent. All are benefitted by them. 
The return of the flags would doubtless 
strengthen the regard which the people of 
the sections now have for each other.” 

Mr. Simon Small exclaimed : “I think our 
soldiers should not only welcome the others 
as guests of the city, but like comrades go 
out and help them decorate. That’s what I 
intend to do. Their flags should have been 
returned long ago as proof that their loyalty 
which is now so evident, was unquestioned.” 

Mr. Walter Weber, an ex-prisoner, replied: 
“We have asked the ex-Confederates to a 
camp fire with us, and have thus expressed 
our good will toward them, but as they have 
not invited us to participate in their memorial 
exercises, I think we should wait until they 
do so before we give this any serious con¬ 
sideration.” 

Mr. John Logan exclaimed: “There is 
nothing that I would not do to make the 
Johnnies feel that we were pleased to have 
them with us, but there is just one thing I’ll 
never do, and that is help decorate at Camp 
Chase, or any other place where the Confeder¬ 
ates are buried. The Southerners are brave 
and noble men. I honor them for their 
many high qualities, I appreciate meeting with 
them in reunions and elsewhere, but I main¬ 
tain that there should be a difference in the 
honors given to the men who died under 
our flag, true as steel, and those who died 
with their faces turned away from our gov- 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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eminent, toward one which they hoped to 
have. It’s the proper thing for them to re¬ 
member their dead in this way, but the South¬ 
erners themselves would be the last to expect 
us to assist them.” 

Mr. J. Jamison, another ex-prisoner, re¬ 
plied: “Peace and union followed the civil 
war, and bygones shall have no place in our 
greeting to the men who once faced us on 
the battle field.” 

C. W. Fowler: “As we have but one flag 
now, and as all Americans are supporting it, 
I don’t see why we should keep the flags 
taken in battle.” 

Mr. Thomas Jeffery, past commander of 
McCoy post: “The combatants in the civil 
struggle as individuals, felt no bitterness even 
during the war. All are united now, and im¬ 
bued with patriotism of the highest order. 
Harmony and unity are broader than ever be¬ 
fore, and putting the past aside we shall wel¬ 
come the Southerners most cordially. The 
flags should be given back to those to whom 
they are dear because of personal association 
connected with them.” 

Colonel Wm. iKnauss: “The Press-Post 
knows my opinion of these subjects like a 
book. I have been advocating the decoration 
of the 

GRAVES OF EX-CONFEDERATES 

at reunions with those who are living for a 
long time. Yes, I believe in the return of the 
flags, and in everything conducive to the har¬ 
mony among our people. But — talk about 
being patriotic — I just returned from Louis¬ 
ville, and for every flag that cities of the 
North have on their public buildings, that 
city has five. Loyalty to the union is intense 
throughout the South. I sent away 120 copies 
of the Press-Post containing resolutions in 
regard to their coming here, and I have heard 
and received in letters and read in their 
papers most appreciative comments concern¬ 
ing our action. I am glad that the majority 
of our people are not like the prominent man 
who today remarked that he could see no 
reason why the Southerners should wish the 
return of the flags, unless it was to perpetu¬ 
ate the old principles just as their organiza¬ 
tions aim to do. Against this I have in my 
possession a copy of one of the by-laws of a 
Kentucky order, and there is not a single 
sentence in it that would not be a credit to 
any society, however patriotic.” 

Capt. J. Hobensack’s statement was: “There 
is no animosity toward the South today, but 


I don’t think the flags should be returned 
unless the regiments that captured them are 
willing that this should be done. They 
secured them at fearful cost, and if they con¬ 
sent to this, no one else should object.” 

Mr. S. A. McNeal held almost the same 
views as those stated by Capt. Hobensack. 
Mr. G. W. Raffery said: “I approve of the 
respect shown the ex-Confederates by the 
adopted resolutions extending friendly greet¬ 
ing to them, and am in accord with all re¬ 
unions or meetings of any kind whereby the 
soldiers of both sides will be given an oppor¬ 
tunity to become better acquainted with each 
other.” 

Mr. Chas. Robbins replied: “I advocate 
the return of the flags, and as many reunions 
as possible. We can not see too much of the 
men whom we could not but admire, even 
when they were our sworn foes. Respect for 
bravery can not be controlled.” 

Mr. Frank Betts:’ “I am heartily in favor 
of everything that will show that soldiers can 
fight and then be truest friends.” 

Mr. Henry Kalb: “I was at Camp Chase 
and helped decorate last year. That is con¬ 
vincing proof of how I feel toward our 
opponents in the war of the Rebellion.” 

Dr. N. Elliott: “Strife between the North 
and the South is over forever. The two sec¬ 
tions are very close now. They could not be 
otherwise. The interests of Americans are 
common. There are not even geographical 
divisions between these two parts of our land, 
and all are united in thought. There are no 
narrow antipathies between the soldiers, and 
they will do all in their power to convince 
others that this is so.” 

Isaac Hussy: “Many ex-Union soldiers in¬ 
tend to help decorate the graves at Camp 
Chase. This will be a meeting to remember, 
and I hope will be followed by many reunions 
between the participants. I took part in the 
ceremonies at Camp Chase last year. Is any¬ 
thing more needed to show that I do not 
know the meaning of the term sectional feel¬ 
ing, as it was once employed? If it exists 
anywhere today, I hope that it will soon be 
obliterated. Reunions and the return of the 
flags will surely accomplish this if it has not 
taken place.” 

B. F. Minear: “I worked at Camp Chase 
all day last year, and shall of course do every¬ 
thing possible to demonstrate to the men who 
will be here next week that the feeling which 
brings them is understood and respected. 
Yes, I favor the return of the flags.” 


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John A. Lawrence: “I approve of reunions 
with ex-Confederates, not to discuss old diff¬ 
erences of opinion, but that each may learn 
from past experiences lessons that will be of 
value. The return of the flags will accom¬ 
plish more toward convincing others that we 
do not cherish resentment than any words 
we may utter.” 

Mr. Lewis Kline: “Returning the flags 
will be an act in accord with what we have 
decided to do; welcome the ex-Confederates 
and bury the past completely.” 

Mr. George W. Gossan: "Reunions be¬ 
tween the opposing factors in the Rebellion 
will educate the youth of our land by show¬ 
ing them that the darkest cloud that ever 
swept over our land disappeared as if by 
magic of love and loyalty. The return of the 
flags is in accord with the feelings of those 
who will be with the ex-Confederates at Camp 
Chase this week. 

Mr. C. D. De Vennish: “When our last 
camp fire has gone out, others will remember 
that we welcomed to one in Columbus, men 
who came to decorate the graves of those who 
died our foes. Can even the return of the 
flags, which I consider proper, give better 
proof of our having buried animosities ?” 

Fred. Weidman; “We face our foes and 
decorate our graves together now, we who 
once were bitter enemies; so why hesitate 
about returning a fe*v flags if the Southerners 
desire them?” 

Mr. Frank Drake: “Give the boys a hearty 
welcome, return the flags and bury the past. 
Patriotic motives and a desire to increase the 
fraternal feeling which now exists actuate all 
soldiers.” 

Dr. Saddler: “The return of the flags 
would have a decided effect upon those who 
do not yet understand that the Blue and the 
Gray are united in thought and action. This 
has been thoroughly understood among the 
men, on both sides, who did their duty, or 
what they construed to be their duty, in camp 
and field.” 

Col. W. A. Taylor: “The Confederates, 
after they had appealed to the tribunal of 
war, accepted its decision as final. This' 
settled it between the soldiers. Most cer¬ 
tainly the flags should go back to them. 
Thoughtful people do not malign the motives 
of the Southerners in desiring them, and do 
not hesitate to say that this much should be 
conceded to those who are proving their 
loyalty in every way.” 

R. H. Osgood, commander of McCoy Post: 


“I approve of every word and act showing 
respect for the men who will be here this 
week to show their love for their fallen com¬ 
rades. An era of good feeling now reigns, 
which I hope will be cherished and intensi¬ 
fied by reunions, and a better acquaintance 
with the men whom at no time did we cease 
to respect.” 

G. W. Bassett: “All meetings of Blue and 
Gray are of interest, but this one will have 
even greater significance than any that have 
preceded it. I shall go to Camp chase because 
I believe in everything that can further cement 
the bond that now exists between the former 
combatants.” 

Capt. Kennedy: “As we near the time 
when we shall all camp elsewhere, old ani¬ 
mosities fade away. I believe that the meet¬ 
ings between the Union and Confederate 
soldiers have much to do with this.” 

Mr. H. K. Forbes: 

“GIVE BACK THE FLAGS, 

I say, to the men whose loyalty is unques¬ 
tioned — those whom we shall welcome as 
guests next Saturday.” 

N. B. Abbott: “Peace among our people 
means power against those who would de¬ 
stroy. We shall welcome the men who now 
stand firm for governmental unity.” Messrs. 
John Chippy and William Nicholas gave 
about the same statements as Mr. Abbott. 

Mr. W. S. Brazilius: “I am for reunions, 
return of flags and everything that will show 
that the spirit of fraternity is complete be¬ 
tween the soldiers North and South. The 
Southerners, while wrong, were ever honor¬ 
able, and we respect them as warriors to the 
extent that the G. A. R. drill corps will fire 
a salute over the graves at Camp Chase.” 

This was said in the presence of a number 
of the drill corps, who are also members of 
McCoy Post. The remark elicited a round of 
applause, and Mr. Conway exclaimed: “That’s 
just what I have been advocating.” Then 
ensued a general talk in regard to reunions, 
return of flags and the welcome that should 
be extended to the veterans from the South. 
Those who took part in it and voiced enthusi¬ 
astic support of all that would obliterate all 
unfriendly feeling were Messrs. E. K. Alex¬ 
ander, Leonard Lawrence, G. W. Fiske, John 
Mohn, W. R. Milot of the corps, and a num¬ 
ber of other soldiers who were attracted by 
the discussion. Among these were Messrs. 
T. T. Smith, C. E. Denig and John Jones, the 
latter an ex-prisoner. 


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Mr. Jones’ appearance was greeted with 
pleasure, and he was asked for his opinion 
of the subjects engaging attention. He said: 
‘‘Life is too short to keep alive any feeling 
that may once have been manifested between 
the sections. Their differences were settled 
in battle. The soldiers cherish no resentment 
now, and even in the bitterness of strife, in¬ 
dividuals when they met could not forget 
that they were brothers. I remember one in¬ 
stance when this brotherhood particularly im¬ 
pressed me. It was when it was thought 
advisable to remove my foot because gangrene 
resulting from a wound. The surgeon, a 
kindly faced man, said to me: ‘Where are 
you from?’ I replied, ‘Columbus, Ohio.’ ‘In¬ 
deed.’ said he, ‘do you know Dr. Hamilton?’ 
‘Certainly,’ I answered, ‘I lived near his 
office when he first hung out his shingle.” 

My questioner’s face brightened as he said, 
“Dr. Hamilton and I were classmates at 
Philadelphia. It is singular that while we 


are no relation, we have the same name. A- 
warm friendship existed between us. It is 
pleasant to meet with some one that knows 
him. I will see what I can do for you.” He 
did do much, for through his skill and care 
I was only compelled to lose a portion of the 
foot. We never forget a kindness when 
shown under conditions like this. The fact 
of it is that I do not see why the flags were 
not returned long ago.” 

History does not record a more sublime 
spectacle than that furnished by the veterans 
who, seemingly forgetful of their own wounds, 
would cover the scars of their former adver¬ 
saries with the folds of the captured flags 
and the flowers which they shall scatter upon 
the resting place of men who died their foes, 
but whose comrades in arms are now their 
loved and trusted friends. Their words are ■ 
typical of the whole North’s better self. 

Mary Robson. 



GENERAL KEARNEY AT SEVEN PINES. 






BRAVE MOTHERS OF OHIO’S 
BANNER REGIMENT. 


Some of the grandest battles of all the 
war are still being fought in the hearts of 
women who have sons, husbamis, or brothers 
in the Fourth Ohio. They are silent struggles 
but the sights and sounds where men engage 
in deadly conflict for supremacy surely in¬ 
dicate no more bravery than was manifested 
by those women in discussing the return of 
the regiment. 

MRS. MARY ROBERTS 

whose son is a member of Co. F. said:— 

“While I, like all other mothers would re¬ 
joice to see my son I would not say a word 
to hasten his return so long as the govern¬ 
ment had need of him. As to the stories of 
hardships, they are if true, horrible but my 
boy went to take a soldier’s chances and he 
will endure without complaint as becomes a 
soldier. I have had practical experience in 
this for my husband served in the Rebellion 
and has been unable to work for years as a 
result of lung trouble contracted there. So 
we felt when Charlie went away that there 
was more than the danger of the battlefield 
to be incurred. We expected him to meet 
with privations and I was so glad that he was 
well fitted to meet with them. He was accus¬ 
tomed to hard work and plain living. If he 
survives he will be a better man for the dis¬ 
cipline.” 

“And if he comes not back ?” was asked. 

There was a quiver of the lips but there 
was a proud ring in her voice as she replied: 

“Then he will have given his life in the 
service of his country.” Mrs. Roberts was 
dressed with scrupulous neatness but her at¬ 
tire was not indicative of great prosperity and 
she had the appearance of one who worked 
beyond her strength, so I made some inquiries 
that elicited th© information that besides her 
invalid husband there were four children at 
home and that Charlie had been the main 
support of the family for years but that this 
task had now devolved upon the frail little 
woman before me. In order to maintain the 
family she had been keeping roomers. 


MRS. MARY BUSKIRK 

whose son Thomas is in Co. A. replied: 

“I would be relieved beyond measure if the 
services of the regiment could be dispensed 
with any my boy could come home but I do 
not expect him until he can be spared, I hope 
tho that better food will be supplied to the 
soldiers so that they may better resist the 
diseases incident to the climate and to camp 
life in general. Of course mothers never have 
their minds at rest with regard to their boys 
but we expected this when they went away. 
I have not heard from my boy since the 6th 
of August but I’m hoping for a letter every 
day. 

MRS. GRANDSTAFF 

who has two sons in Co. A. said:— 

“I knew what to expect when my boys 
marched away, for in the Rebellion two of 
my brothers went and never returned. When 
we can let them go without a word of dis¬ 
suasion we certainly shall not clamor for their 
return if they are needed elsewhere. There’s 
just one thing tho I think they should have 
proper food. I hear that they are being 
starved, but my boys have never said but 
what they have plenty. 

“No/’ said her daughter, Mrs. Celia Evans, 
“we have not heard a word of complaint from 
our boys but no matter what they were called 
upon to endure, they would keep silent, deem¬ 
ing it a soldier’s duty. 

So we would not say or do aught to hasten 
their return if by so doing we should cause 
them to think they had shirked the obligation 
soldiers must meet. 

We are proud that they belong to a regi¬ 
ment that has acquitted itself so well and wait 
with all the patienge we can summon the time 
when they can come.” 

MRS. MARGARET FLECK 

has two sons in Co. A., James aged 18 and 
'Henry 25. They were her chief support and 
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■order to maintain herselt and the other mem¬ 
bers of her family. 

Speaking of their absence she said:— 
Personal wishes are not to be considered 
in war times. I shall do the best I can until 
such time as they can be spared, and as to 
privations the quality of endurance is as 
high as the quality of daring. My boys do 
not murmur and neither shall I. Patience 
and fortitude are attributes of true soldiers. 
Those qualities are developed by the close 
discipline and the hardships of camp life so 
I try to think that all is for the best and hope 
that they will have the strength to resist the 
diseases so prevalent there. 

MRS. F. EDINGTON 

whose son is in Company B said with some 
excitement:— 

“I am deeply moved by the stories which 
come to us of the suffering of our boys 
through lack of food and I think the govern¬ 
ment should see, to it that this is remedied. 
Nevertheless if my boy is needed I would be 
the last to say come home, much as I would 
like to see him. 

MRS. FRANCIS INRIGHT 

has a son in Company K. Her words were:— 
For a time I thought the boys should be 
sent home at once, but since General Miles 
has said he could not spare the Fourth I 
have changed my views. I think now that 
we should remember that war means suffer¬ 
ing for many and that it would only distress 
our boys to know that we are yielding to our 
grief to such an extent that we would ask 
for their return. 

MRS. OLIVE BURR 

« 

said of her son who is in the hospital corps:— 
Frank has never complained of the food or 
treatment he has received but he has ex¬ 
pressed a very natural desire that he should 
re-enter school. However, the training he 
will receive in the service may be of greater 
benefit to him than any knowledge he could 
derive from books; so if the government has 
need of the Fourth, he will be quite willing 
to serve the full time of enlistment. 

MRS. INGHAM, 

Grandmother of George McDonald of Com¬ 
pany H said:— 

"While the country has need of the Fourth 


it should remain wherever stationed and each 
member’s place is with his regiment. George 
would not wish to come home simply because 
of the deprivations suffered tho he would 
like.to be at home and we would rejoice to 
have him come soon, we have no thought of 
his coming until those in authority release 
him. 

MRS. SARAH McDONALD 

held practically the same opinions as those 
expressed by her mother. 

MRS. THRALL, 

whose son is in Company C. looked at me 
with wondering eyes which seemed to say:— 

"Have I shown myself lacking that you 
should ask me this?” Then she said:— 

“I am a soldier’s mother and wife, glancing 
at the empty coat sleeve of her husband who 
lost his right arm in the Civil War; therefore 
all things touching on the service no matter 
how hard or how unwelcome are accepted in 
silence. My boy has found no fault with the 
government that he is serving. He is too 
true to his training to do that. 

MRS. ANNIE O’SHAUGHNESSY, 

Mother of Joseph O’Shauglmessy, exclaimed: 

“My boy went out to be a soldier, I should 
hate to have him act the baby and wish to 
come home because things may be worse than 
anticipated. Nothing on earth would give me 
greater pleasure than to hear his quick step 
on the walk and know that I should see him 
but my feelings must never interfere with 
his duty. 

MISS GRAHAM, 

Sister of Frank and Harry Graham of Com¬ 
pany B. said:— 

"I think the conditions should be changed 
and that speedily, for I believe our govern¬ 
ment can supply the soldiers with better food 
than they have been receiving. If this were 
done no one would express dissatisfaction if 
the boys were retained there the entire two 
years if the military authorities deemed this 
necessary my brother Frank was brought 
home ill and while he makes no complaint 
we can but feel that there has been unneces¬ 
sary suffering. 

MISS EICHORN 

has two brothers in the Fourth. Of them 
she said:— 

We knew there would be rugged privations 


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when our boys went out. A soldier must 
accept all that comes philosophically and his 
relatives should do likewise. Individual feel¬ 
ings must be suppressed when they conflict 
with the unquestioned obedience of the good 
soldier. 

MRS. WALSH. 

“To put the whole thing into few words, I 
would not lift my finger to bring my boy 
home since General Miles has said he could 
not spare the Fourth; but this does not mean 
that I wouldn’t like to see them nor does it 
mean that I am contented. It is only that I 
know they would not wish to come while 
they can be of use. 

MISS ELLA WALSH. 

The government wishes to retain the Fourth 
so all we can do is to make the best of the 
situation and trust that the conditions there 
will be improved. 

MRS. COIT. 

“I do not think our government would keep 
our boys in Porto Rico unless for a purpose 
and I cannot believe that it is actuated by a 
desire to cause needless suffering and sick¬ 
ness. There has been mismanagement but 
now that it is known it will surely be reached 
at last.” 

MRS. MARY GEORGE. 

“The record of the Fourth is such that I 
am proud my boy is a member of it and I 
would not have him shirk from the perform¬ 
ance of his duty no matter how difficult it 
would be. He would not wish to come until 
all need of his services were over. 

MRS. SHERIFF, 

exclaimed: “He is too much a soldier to 
shirk. His father was a soldier in the Civil 
War and he has inherited some of his quali¬ 
ties. Since my . death we have 

largely depended upon him but we can spare 
him while his country has need of the Fourth. 

MRS. BIDDLE 

Responded: “I have two sons yet in the 

army and tho this war has caused me un¬ 
speakable sorrow I would not if I could 
hasten their return if it would reflect upon 
their courage or interfere with their duties. 


MRS. SHER, 

who w r as a prominent worker in the society 
that petitioned President McKinley to send 
the Fourth home, stated that she had finally 
decided that her boy belonged to the govern¬ 
ment and that she in common with other 
women had dropped all thought of carrying 
forward any movement toward having the reg¬ 
iment returned and was now endeavoring to 
collect money to send the boys some necessary 
provisions or furnish them a banquet should 
they come in the near future. 

MRS. TAYLOR, 

President of the society, said she had been so- 
worried by the reports of sickness and death 
caused by lack of food that she had thought 
the mother must make some effort to get the 
boys released for a time at least, but she was. 
sure her son would not have wished her to 
enter into any movement of this sort and she 
herself would wish to avoid all possibility of 
having it said that the boys of the Fourth 
were sent home because their mothers wanted 
them. 

Her views had been modified by the state¬ 
ment of General Miles as was the case with 
a number of others. His words seemed to- 
have had the same effect as a bugle call that 
rallies the scattering forces of a demoralized 
command. The mothers and friends of the 
boys of the Fourth responded in much the 
same manner and with almost the same senti¬ 
ments as those expressed when I talked with 
them prior to the departure of the regiment. 

Upon the first occasion the war spirit which 
was prevalent throughout the country sus¬ 
tained them to a certain extent but in this, 
last instance there were no waving banners, 
no njartial music, no wild plaudits from en¬ 
thusiastic multitudes from which fictitious, 
strength could be borrowed. 

All the glory and glamour had been re¬ 
placed by gloom. They have suppressed agon¬ 
izing anxiety and tearless grief as is evidenced' 
by the havoc wrought in their appearance but 
despite the terrible realities experienced, 
tender, human love is still subdued by the 
high impersonal love of country. Is it any 
wonder that the soldiers of the Fourth Ohio- 
are the pride of the state and that Gen. Miles 
cannot spare the sons of such mothers. 



SHALL WE KEEP THE PHILIPPINES? 


DIVERSE OPINIONS OF LEADING COLUMBUS CITIZENS ON 
THIS GREAT PUBLIC QUESTION. 


Columbus has men of wide reputation as 
thinkers. In this epoc-making peried their 
views on the mooted policy of the United 
States in the Philippines is of general interest. 

Selecting several who are eminent in their 
respective callings I asked their opinions of 
the much discussed subject. 

Dr. Canfield was seen at the University and 
when I mentioned the Philippines his hands 
went up with an expressive gesture as he ex¬ 
claimed : “I haven’t a word to say.” 

This was so unexpected I forgot I was 
talking to the President of the Ohio State 
University and said severely: 

“But- you should have something to say on 
so important a subject. Surely you have 
thought of it.” 

He laughed outright and replied: 

“Yes, but I have been so distracted by a 
thousand other things I haven't had time to 
digest my impressions. After the 15th of 
October my duties will not be so pressing. 
But there are other members of the faculty 

LET ME REFER YOU TO DR. ORTON. 

Dr. Orton had just stepped out of his study 
and I was requested to wait there. The wait¬ 
ing wasn’t tiresome for the workroom of this 
great student is not only filled with the evi¬ 
dences of'his work, but in some subtle way 
it conveyed so strong an impression of the 
personality of the worker that he almost 
seemed present. But despite the suggestive 
atmosphere of the room I was hardly pre¬ 
pared for the entirely charming personality 
of Dr. Orton. 

In answer to my question the Doctor said: 

“In view of what Providence has seemingly 
thrown in our way I don’t see how our gov¬ 
ernment can shirk the responsibility of re¬ 
taining the conquered territory. It has prac¬ 
tically been thrown at our feet. It seems 
to me we should at least for the present hold 
that which is ours as the inevitable result of 
the war.” 

6 Y. & Y. F. 


“Then you think the United States should 
assume all responsibility for the future of the 
conquered territory.” 

“I would not use the word assume” the 
doctor said. “I said it should not shirk that 
which has been thrust upon it. Now that the 
inhabitants of those places have been liber¬ 
ated from oppression it would be grossly un¬ 
just to them to let Spain resume her colonial 
policy. It does not seem the way of peace 
or justice to allow the territory to be divided 
among the other nations of Europe and as 
the Fillipino is not prepared for self-govern¬ 
ment I cannot see but that the United States 
will be obliged to take control and make the 
best of the situation. 

This is a responsibility that will make diffi¬ 
culties. There will be troublesome problems 
to be solved, but even if this is so I do not 
see how this line of action can be avoided. 

HUMANITY HAS CLAIMS THAT CAN 
NOT BE IGNORED. 

There is no reason why self-interest should 
dominate our actions in National affairs 
more than in our personal concerns. We do 
not always look out for what is best for our¬ 
selves alone. National obligations incurred 
during cur war cannot be shirked with honor. 
We cannot expect to meet them by the sole 
consideration of our,ease and comfort.” 

“Do you mean that a nation should be gov¬ 
erned by the exalted ethics that control indi¬ 
viduals who burden themselves with the woes 
of others in order to contribute to the gen¬ 
eral welfare?” 

“Yes, nations as well as individuals owe 
moral duties from which they should not 
shrink. That which we could not foresee 
and perhaps could not have controlled if 
foreseen have made for the time the people 
of Luzon the wards of our nation and we 
should give them a better government than 
any they have hitherto known. 


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“No other country is better fitted by its 
ruling ideas to do this than ours. No other 
country is bound in honor to see them 
through their difficulties. If the task is dis¬ 
agreeable it is one that we cannot thrust 
aside.” 

I do not think our only question will be 
whether the acquisition of this territory will 
prove profitable or not. If we hold Manila 
I hope it will become a source of profit. 
There is great interest at present among the 
nations of Europe in the acquisition of trop¬ 
ical territory. Perhaps the tropics can do 
us good also. 

But this should not be our first question. 
For my own part, remembering the Monroe 
Doctrine our wretched management of the 
Indian, the lack of interest in public affairs 
on the part of the educated and well to do, 
the corruption of our city governments, the 
spoils system in public affairs I often wish 
that this new question had not come to us 
at all. But when I ask myself if I would 
give up Dewey’s wonderful victory and its 
influence at home and abroad I am not quite 
ready to say “yes.” 

At any rate the victory was won and others 
also and the map of the world is being made 
over. The old order is passing. New occa¬ 
sions bring new duties and I try to attain the 
confidence in the people which Jefferson and 
Lincoln each in his day cherished and ex¬ 
pressed. 

“Gladstone says the principle of liberalism 
is trust in the people, qualified by prudence; 
the principle of conservatism is mistrust of 
the people qualified by fear. I prefer to stand 
with the Liberal. 

General Beatty looked at me with some¬ 
thing of the sternness of one who has faced 
the facts of life and can make no compromise 
with public opinion when it conflicts with his 
own views. Then direct as a ball from the 
mouth of a cannon came the words: 

“WE DON’T WANT ANY COUNTRY, 
OR ANY PART OF ANY COUN¬ 
TRY, WHERE THEY CAN’T 
GROW MEN.” 

But, see here, didn’t you say you were from 
the State Journal? Well then you don’t want 
my opinion for it won’t harmonize in this 
case with those advanced by your paper.” 

“I beg your pardon General, but the State 
Journal does wish your opinion. Frank state¬ 
ments are desired without regard to the policy 


advocated by the paper. Will you kindly ex¬ 
plain why we should not retain the Philip¬ 
pines ?” 

“Certainly, I think the holding of Cuba, 
Porto Rico and the Philippines means an ex¬ 
pensive navy, a great standing army, high 
taxes, perpetual pensions, a large death rate 
and an increasing national debt. I am op¬ 
posed to the acquisition of any territory where 
strong men will not retain their strength. 
Where malaria, smallpox and yellow fever 
constantly menace human life. Where the tem¬ 
perature is such that men cannot labor and 
hence can never acquire habits of thrift and 
industry and where the dress of the average 
inhabitant must continue to be substantially 
a breech clout and a broad brimmed hat.” 

If our statesmen wish to civilize anyone let 
them try their hands on the North American 
Indian. If they wish to better the condition 
of anyone let them give attention to the less 
fortunate of our people North and South. If 
they wish to improve morals let them go to 
the slums of our great cities. All these 
things can be attempted without increasing 
the tax and death rate and 

LIKE CHARITY, SHOULD BEGIN AT 
HOME. 

Dr. Rexford who impresses one as being a 
man whose ideal standard is exceedingly high 
yet who can view realities with the large- 
hearted tolerance that has its source in the 
broadest culture and the deepest sympathy 
said: 

“I have no opinions concerning the perma¬ 
nent possession of the Philippine Islands by 
our government that I do not hold subject 
to change or reversal on further information. 
The country finds itnself surprised even by 
the temporary possession of them. There 
were few people among us probably outside 
of naval circles who realized that we had any 
great fleet in the Eastern waters at the open¬ 
ing of recent hostilities and Dewey and Man¬ 
ila and Cavite are new names in our American 
vocabulary. 

Our temporary control of the islands is one 
of the incidents or accidents of the war but 
incident or accident they are virtually ours 
for the present and what shall be done with 
them as a permanent policy is a question more 
difficult of solution than the destruction of 
the Spanish fleet in the bay of Manila. I 
believe the majority argument is in favor of 
our permanent control of the islands. A 
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on France is wholly out of the question in 
our settlement with Spain. She is impov¬ 
erished already and the only indemnity avail¬ 
able for the United States would be in our 
possession of her island territory. 

Such possession cannot be construed as a 
passion on the part of our government for 
territorial expansion. Such expansion has 
not been our policy except through peaceable 
purchase as the Louisiana and Alaskan. 
Those islands in the far East will not be ours 
by conquest. They are our unexpectedly and 
yet legitimately as decreed by the exigencies 
of war. Spain has controlled them badly 
enough by her military power and when Com¬ 
modore or Admiral Dewey destroyed her fleet 
her power of control imperfect as it was, was 
destroyed. 

IF THE UNITED STATES WITH¬ 
DRAWS HER SOVEREIGNTY 

the internal warfare will continue for years 
among the people there as it has for years 
past. 

Spain has not governed the people well. 
Their industries have not flourished; the re¬ 
sources of the islands have not been devel¬ 
oped. Civilization has not been promoted 
barbarism and strife and ignorance, oppres¬ 
sion and misrule have had full sway and now 
those islands have come into our possession 
why should not this government seek to 
establish a better condition of life among 
the ten millions of people who inhabit them. 
If we do not establish a protectorate over 
them some European government will be 
likely to do so unless Japan should take the 
initiative, and why not the United States 
now that ‘nine points of the law’ have been 
gained. 

Why should we not establish our various 
institutions of civilized life among the people 
there — our schools, our agricultural culture, 
our mechanical arts, our courts of justice, our 
equality before law and the various institu¬ 
tionalism of our American life? 

Those wretched, ignorant and long-mis¬ 
governed people have been cast upon our care. 
We cannot cast them off. We cannot do it 
in justice to our own reputation as a civilized 
nation. 

A WAIF UPON OUR DOORSTEP CAN 
NOT BE CAST INTO THE 
STREET. 

A generation of education would be neces¬ 
sary to build those people up into conditions 


of self-government, but we have the resources 
in abundance for just this kind of help and 
the existing situation invites us to place be¬ 
fore the eastern people, and all people indeed, 
the wholesome example of what America can 
do for an oppressed and down trodden people. 

A better civilization, better government, 
better education, better laws, a richer com¬ 
merce, a more endurable life all invite our 
government, it seems to me, to retain a per¬ 
manent control of the Philippines and estab¬ 
lish there the institutions in whose possession 
we rejoice here at home. Humanity is essen¬ 
tially the same everywhere and what has been 
done here may be accomplished elsewhere. 

Hon. J. H. Outhwaite, lawyer, statesman 
and man of affairs said, in reply to my ques¬ 
tion : 

Cuba is the most important — can it right¬ 
fully be called a conquered possession. We 
went to war with Spain to secure the inde¬ 
pendence of that island with the declared in¬ 
tention of securing a states government there. 
We have accomplished this part and the 
Spanish will be out of the islands within 
ninety days. Great as was the achievement 
the task was not so perplexing and grave as 
will be 

THE ESTABLISHMENT OF STABLE 
GOVERNMENT IN CUBA. 

We are bound to prevent that island and 
its people from falling into the hands of a 
lot of scheming politicians who desire to get 
possession of the island in order to create 
offices for themselves and friends to loot the 
treasury and to fasten a heavy bond of in¬ 
debtedness upon it unler the pretense of out¬ 
ward loyalty while making opportunities for 
plunder. 

They have been plotting to this end for 
some time and may give trouble to this gov¬ 
ernment. 

The Cubans are not, from the information 
we have of them, very highly prepared for 
self-government. There is too large a streak 
of Spanish in their character and ignorance 
and the terrible condition of the people in 
general resulting from the tyranny and op¬ 
pression from which they have so long suf¬ 
fered is another, but we must do the best we 
can. 

The duty rests upon us to see that every 
individual who remains a citizen of that 
island shall have an equal opportunity to be 
heard in the formation of its government. 
To do this it will be necessary for us to main- 


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tain our authority on the island for some 
time to come. Some time Cuba may desire 
to become annexed to us, but her acceptance 
as a state cannot become desirable for many 
years. 

How about Porto Rico? That island is 
ours by right of conquest. It was taken as 
a part of the campaign against Cuba to im¬ 
press the Spanish government with the use¬ 
lessness of its further struggle. 

The people of that island seem to be well 
advanced. They are peaceful, intelligent and 
industrious and their sympathies are so 
strongly in favor of annexation that we must 
pre ve for them 

SOME FORM OF COLONIAL GOV-. 

ERNMENT ADAPTED TO THE 
SITUATION. 

The path before us in this respect is not free 
from doubt and embarrassment. To consti¬ 
tute a state for this island and its inhabi¬ 
tants ought not be thought of at this time. 

One of the dangers of its acquisition is 
that upon some occasion wherein a political 
party is laboring for additional strength in 
congress or in the electoral college they will 
admit Porto ‘Rico into the United States as 
a state. Such a mischance is to be dreaded 
and avoided. I would almost be inclined to 
urge the amendment of our constitution to 
forbid the creation of state out of territory 
not a part of this continent. At least great 
restriction should be placed upon the admis¬ 
sion of outlying territories into the Union of 
States. A form of government giving them 
something like a territorial ^status should be 
made for them. 

As to the Philippines. When the president 
ordered Dewey to capture or destroy the 
Spanish fleet at those islands it was not with 
any view to the acquisition of territory. But 
he desired to accomplish that in order to pro¬ 
tect our posts on the Pacific coast and to 
weaken the Spanish naval power. We have 
taken Manila, the chief port of Luzon and 
command a few of the smaller ports of that 
island, but not all of them. Can it properly 
be said that we have conquered all of the 
Philippine islands, although we have de¬ 
stroyed the force of Spain over them? In 
many of those islands few if any of the in¬ 
habitants know that fast or even that there 
has been a war.’ To them certainly we owe 
nothing for assistance rendered. I am not 
fully advised at the amount of aid rendered 
by the Fillipinos, nor as to the nature of any 


understanding that might have been between 
their leader and Admiral Dewey, but so far 
as I know 

WE ARE UNDER LITTLE OR NO 
OBLIGATION TO THEM. 

In fact we could have accomplished all we 
did in that region as well or better without 
them. 

The difficulty of governing such people as 
inhabit those islands so remote from home 
are very great. So much is this the case 
that I doubt whether any commercial rela¬ 
tions which we might secure by owning all 
of them would at all compensate for the 
trouble and danger of our attempting to con¬ 
trol them. Besides the holding of them scat¬ 
ters so widely people so variously with half 
civilized and barbarous tribes might involve 
us in serious complications and dangers. I 
doubt the wisdom of claiming or attempting to 

HOLD ANYTHING MORE THAN THE 
ISLAND OF LUZON. 

Further information upon this subject 
might lead me to a different conclusion. We 
have punished Spain very severely and on 
that score there is hardly an occasion for 
taking more territory. 

It is a very grave question whether the 
people of this Republic will receive greater 
good than evil from the possession of islands 
such as the remainder of the Philippines lying 
under' the tropics where few of our people 
will seek to make their homes and with a 

NATIVE POPULATION WHICH CAN 
NEVER BE AMERICANIZED. 

It may be that all commercial benefits as 
would arise from the possession can be se¬ 
cured by treaty. If this could be done should 
we not take the burden of their ownership, 
control, defense and support. 

“With regard to the Philippines your re¬ 
marks have been confined entirely to the dis- 
advantages and difficulties socially and com¬ 
mercially that might result should the United 
States attempt to control them. You have 
not touched upon the ethical side of this 
question.” 

I TAKE NO STOCK IN THE ETHICAL 
SIDE OF IT. 

We are under no greater moral obligations 
to take charge of these islands than we are 


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of any other islands or countries similarly 
situated. 

When 1 asked Dr. Schueller for his ideas 
on the Philippines and what should be done 
with them there came the contentious reply: 

“Let them alone.” 

‘'Why do you think so?” 

“Because I am opposed to territorial ex¬ 
pansion.” 

“Under all circumstances?” 

“No, only beyond the limits of our own 
continent. If, for instance, Canada should 
in the course of events become a part of the 
United States, I can see no objection to such 
an arrangement. The people there would 
assimilate with ours, but the people of those 
far off islands are not and never could be 
Americans, and too many difficulties would 
have to be met if we wished to form such 
countries and such people into our system 
of government. 

IT WOULD BE NECESSARY TO KEEP 
A LARGE BODY OF TROOPS 

in readiness to repress the risings of the na¬ 
tives, who are less capable of becoming good 
citizens than were the negroes of the South 
after the civil war. 


Then there are all the mixtures of the 
yellow race. What would we do with all 
those inexperienced, dependent, ignorant peo¬ 
ple ?” 

“Some think they could be civilized.” 

“Oh, yes, we have some enthusiastic advo¬ 
cates of territorial extension who think that 
we can carry civilization to those semi- 
barbaric people, but those enthusiasts are 
those who in most instances were opposed to 
immigration, claiming that the influx of in¬ 
competent, ignorant people would lower the 
standard of American citizenship and de¬ 
press American labor. They could not solve 
that problem, yet they are now anxious to 
undertake one more complex. 

Those who are so ignorant to do some¬ 
thing for humanity at a distance should 
pause and consider the tremendous wrongs 
that need righting here at home. They had 
better remember that the race question in 
the United States has never been satisfactorily 
adjusted and they had better do something 
to promote a type of industrial civilization 
upon our own continent. Of course you be¬ 
lieve in the elevation of humanity, but we 
don’t need a larger field for it than can be 
found here at home. We should deal with 
the western hemisphere first. 



DR. REX FORD. 


J. H. OUTH WAITE 













MAJESTIC ELMS OF STATE 
HOUSE SQUARE. 


MR. DESHLER’S IDEA DERIVED FROM HAVANA. 


Countless thousands have appreciated the 
beauty of the elms which adorn Broad, State 
and Third streets, but few among those who 
have admired them ever pause to ask whose 
was the mind that planned their arrangement 
and whose was the hand that planted them? 

Lovers of trees who understand their pur¬ 
pose and condition and who can feel all the 
wonderful and fine emotions which the elm 
is capable of evoking may have bowed their 
heads in silent acknowledgment of the 
benefit conferred upon mankind in the plant¬ 
ing of those trees, while those other lovers 
who have wandered in their shade and have 
felt their happiness intensified by the subtle 
charm exercised by the graceful outlines, 
spreading leaves and drooping branches of 
this loveliest of trees, may have blessed the 
unknown who in years gone by had thus con¬ 
tributed to the pleasure of the hour. But the 
great number of passersby, whether in car¬ 
riages or on wheels, strolling carelessly or 
walking with the eager step of those who 
have work to do, accept the benefaction with 
no thought of the benefactor. 

Tis the way of the world to forget the 
giver in the gift, and those who give as 
givers should are more than content to have 
it so. They follow Stoddard when he says: 

“Do it as one who knows it not, 

But rather like the vine, 

Which year on year brings forth its fruit 
And cares not for the wine.” 

But although those who originated, planned 
and set in motion the machinery to bring 
about the realization, are often obscured by 
the greatness of the results attained, some¬ 
times the merest chance brings their names 
to ti;e front. 

This was the case a few days ago when 
a casual remark calling attention to the uni¬ 
formity of size of those trees, which indi¬ 
cates that they are probably of the same age, 


caused me to observe them more closely than 
I had previously done, and in doing so these 
lines of Bryant’s were recalled: 

“Who planted those lofty groups? Who 
was it laid their infant roots in earth, and 
tenderly cherished the delicate sprays ?” 

Deeming this a subject worthy of investi¬ 
gation and thinking some of our old residents 
might give me some data, I made inquiries 
which developed some interesting facts, for 
I learned that back in the 40’s Mr. Alfred 
Kelly had put in operation the movement 
which resulted in the beautiful appearance of 
the State House yard. 

At that time the ground there was low, 
but under the direction of his guiding spirit 
the center was filled and sloped as it is to¬ 
day. The elms which embellish it were 
brought here on sledges in the middle of the 
winter with immense quantities of earth still 
attached to them. In the spring they were 
planted to form a square, while inside of the 
elms sugar trees were set out in the form 
of a circle. 

The work was done by Mr. John L. Stelzig, 
a florist who had a greenhouse in the Kelly 
property. This same gentleman planted the 
trees on Broadway. 

The inception of the plan, however, is 
largely due to Mr. William G. Deshler, who 
conceived the idea while spending a winter 
in Cuba. While driving on one of the ave¬ 
nues in the city of Havana Mr. Deshler was 
much impressed by the beautiful effect pro¬ 
duced by the arrangement of four rows of 
trees which shaded the driveway. 

Leaving the volante he stepped off the 
distance across the avenue and found it the 
exact width of Broad street —120 feet. 

Returning to the carriage he replied to the 
questions of the women who had accom¬ 
panied him, and who were somewhat mysti¬ 
fied by his actions, that he intended to have 
the avenue duplicated in Columbus. Broad¬ 
way is today what Mr. Deshler mentally pic- 




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tured it in those long gone years. Immedi¬ 
ately upon his return to Columbus the initial 
steps in this enterprise were taken. 

Beginning with an elm tree on one side 
and a sugar tree on the other the trees were 
planted alternately, because the sugar trees 
being of quicker growth and shorter life 
would provide shade before the elms could 
possibly be expected to do so and then dying 
soon would give place to the trees of longer 
life 

Mr. Deshler put out the elms on the south 
side of Broad and many on the north side for 
private parties. 

The cost of setting out those on the sides 
of the street were paid for by voluntary as¬ 
sessment on the property holders. They did 


well for many years, making a beautiful 
arched driveway, but as may be noticed, are 
not flourishing as they were prior to the in¬ 
troduction of the asphalt street. 

Thus while the people of many New Eng¬ 
land fowns and villages point with pride to 
their elm-shaded streets, looking down Broad¬ 
way Columbus citizens may be pardoned a 
little of the same feeling, and in contemplat¬ 
ing the moving bought and listening to the 
whispering sounds made by the lace-like 
appearing leaves it does not detract from the 
emotions awakened to remember that the 
most attractive feature of Broadway had its 
origin on the island in whose behalf the last 
American war was waged. 



W. G. DESHLER. 




COLUMBUS CITIZENS DISCUSS 
CUBA’S FUTURE. 


WIDE DIFFERENCE OF OPINION DISCLOSED. 


FREE OR NOT FREE, THAT IS THE QUESTION. 


Should Cuba have complete independence? 

This seems an odd question to ask Colum- 
but citizens at this time, when they are pre¬ 
paring to welcome the returning warriors 
who have so recently faced danger and death 
in order that the GEM OF THE ANTILLES 
might enjoy the sweet boon of liberty. 

This was the lofty purpose that inspired 
the heroes who went to fight and this was 
the sublime sentiment that found its way 
into the hearts of the people until no sacrifice 
was deemed too great for them to make, if 
by it they could aid the struggling patriots 
in their efforts to attain freedom. 

Thus it was understood that the sole ob¬ 
ject of the war was to establish an inde¬ 
pendent government on the island, and- if 
“that which is true up to the limit, is true 
at the limit,” there would seem to be no call 
for further inquiry, relative to this subject. 

But although the cause for which the sol¬ 
diers battled and suffered is as clear as ever, 
the result is obscured in the mists of doubt. 

Being a woman I’m not supposed to know 
any solution of this question, therefore I 
shouldn’t have bothered with it. I didn’t. 
I just submitted it to men and they had all 
the bother. 

Among these- was Judge Spear of the Su¬ 
preme Court, a man whose profound schol¬ 
arship, close analysis and quick perception 
of the points of a case have distinguished 
him in the high office he occupies. 

“Certainly Cuba should have an independent 
government,” says Judge Spear. 

“Our government said so and the people 
said then and say now, Amen.’ 

“When? That is a more difficult question. 
I have no such settled opinions on the sub- 
jecf as would prevent a reversal or modifica¬ 
tion of view if further information concern¬ 


ing existing conditions in Cuba should call 
for such change. But speaking from impres¬ 
sions created from present information I 
would say that full independence cannot 
safely be attempted until it can be ascertained 
that the people are able to maintain a free 
and reasonably well established government. 
I am aware that many persons, some of them- 
people of distinction, maintain that when the 
Spanish soldier sails for Spain our soldiers 
ought also to sail for the United States and 
the Island of Cuba thus be left wholly to her 
own devices. 

With due respect for the superior judg¬ 
ment of others I am hardly able with my 
present lights to assent to this proposition’.”' 

Whatever government is formed must be 
a government of the people of that island. 
By the people is not meant the class known 
as insurgents merely, not the volunteers 
merely, not those who were recently slaves 
merely, it means all the people. It must be 
bqrne in mind that by driving out the Spanish 
soldiers we will not be driving out the Span¬ 
iards. They will remain. They have rights 
which cannot be ignored and their influence 
will still be great. So will that dangerous 
aggregation known as volunteers remain. 
Those classes probably possess more wealth, 
more cunning, and more desperate determina¬ 
tion to rule than the insurgents. At least 
they cannot be expected to tamely submit to 
the sole dominion of the insurgents wdthout 
determined effort to foil them. It therefore 
becomes the duty of the United States to 
delay withdrawal, and by its good offices in 
the way of advice and diplomacy and in the 
way of force, if necessary, secure from the 
people an expression as to what they really 
want and to see that they secure a Republic 
not only in name but in reality. 


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It would as it seems to me be an ever¬ 
lasting disgrace to our people to abandon 
these wards and subject them to the chances 
of having saddled upon them a governmental 
machine like unto some of the republics of 
Central and South America. Until a proper 
government is secured to them our duty is 
to see that the island is pacified in the broad 
sense. 

Annexation? Not now. Possibly some 
time. We have at present difficult problems 
enough. The, good of our seventy millions 
is of more consequence to us and to the world 
than the good of a million and a half of 
mixed islanders. Thirty years ago of that 
population over 360,000 were slaves. Twenty 
years ago 200,000 of them were slaves and it 
is only eleven years back that slavery was 
finally abolished. A dense ignorance is not 
confined by any means to those who were 
slaves. It is generally the rule with the 
larger proportion of the whole. Do we now 
want these people as part -of ourselves. The 
population is one of mixed races. The Am¬ 
erican element is so small as hardly to be 
worth mention. Neither by education nor by 
habits of life nor by contact with our people 
have the mass of Cubans obtained any just 
conception of our American institution. 

Altho many of the insurgent leaders have 
displayed great patriotism, wonderful cour¬ 
age and a capacity of endurance worthy of 
all praise. Possibly we could do them some 
good but that is not the whole question. 
Protection of the people like charity should 
begin at home. Manifestly the problem of 
annexation can wait.” 

Librarian Galbreath said : 

The United States is pledged to leave the 
government of the island to its people as 
soon as peace is restored. The withdrawal of 
the Spanish forces will restore peace. Our 
government should then promptly fulfill its 
pledge. 

COLONEL TAYLOR TAKES A 
GLOOMY VIEW. 

My views with respect to Cuba can be of 
no great value for I have no more informa¬ 
tion with respect to the people of that island 
than is possessed by most intelligent persons” 
said Col E. L. Taylor. 

“I am frank to say however, that I enter¬ 
tain grave fears that the government of Cuba 
in the future will be a very troublesome mat¬ 
ter. From the information that I have I do 
not think it possible that they can of them¬ 


selves at the present time maintain anything 
in the nature of a stable or sufficient govern¬ 
ment. They have lived in an unsettled con¬ 
dition and have' always been impatient of 
control and I do not see how a population 
made up of mixed races having been accus¬ 
tomed to turbulence and even violence in 
government affairs can soon learn to forget 
their ways and come to be law abiding and 
law respecting citizens. 

Mr. W. F. Kelley responded: 

“Cuba is the victim of centuries of oppres¬ 
sion ; for many years she has been devastated 
by barbaric warfare. Her commercial and in¬ 
dustrial resources have been wasted and her 
energies paralyzed by a long and unequal 
struggle with her inhuman mother. Her 
struggle for liberty appeals strongly to the 
sympathy of every loyal American and senti¬ 
ment alone would answer that she has earned 
the right to freedom; independence brings 
with it new duties and responsibilities. Inde¬ 
pendence implies sovereignty and the right, 
power and authority to declare war, conclude 
peace, establish and maintain armies and 
navies, levy taxes and customs, maintain 
peace and order within her borders and 
enact such wholesome laws as will best pro¬ 
mote the general welfare and prosperity of 
her people. It may well be doubted whether 
she is capable at this time of such responsi¬ 
bility. 

With such responsibility with a population 
less than the state of Ohio, with more than 
two thousand miles of coast line to be de¬ 
fended, impoverished by war and pestilence, 
without a fixed and stable government, her 
people ignorant, poor and unused to govern¬ 
ing, it would be placing a firebrand in the 
hands of a child to at this time clothe her 
people with the power and authority incident 
to a free government. A government cannot 
be superior to its people and altho she has 
patriots, statesmen, and military leaders they 
are too few in number and feeble in resources 
to bring order /out of the choatic condition 
which has so long prevailed. - 

Judge Pugh who can always say much in a 
few words responded without a moment s 
hesitation: •• 

“I favor complete independence. The Cu-. 
bans should be given control and the United 
States should withdraw from the island. This 
is what our country started out to do and it 
should adhere to its resolution. 

When do you think the United States can. 
safely intrust them with self-government?” 


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“As soon as they can get ready for it. 
Probably six months, possibly a little longer.” 

There was no mistaking the attitude of 
Allen W. Thurman who exclaimed: 

“I am opposed to the whole business. I 
don’t believe in annexation anywhere or under 
any circumstances. We have too much that 
needs our attention here in the United States 
to spend time interfering with the affairs of 
other countries..” 

Judge Badger replied: 

“I think that Cuba should have complete in¬ 
dependence whenever the people there are 
capable of maintaining it, but the problem is 
terribly complex and the United States should 
not be in a hurry to relinquish all claim 
there. Grave doubts have arisen as to the 
ability of the Cubans to arise to the demands 
that would be made upon their powers should 
they be left to adjust the affairs of the island 
and unless they can do so the United States 
should continue to be the guiding influence.” 

In response to the inquiry: “Do you think 
Cuba should have absolute independence,” Col. 
James Kilbourne said promptly: 

“I do.” 

How soon do you think the reins of gov¬ 
ernment should be given into the hands of 
the Cubans?” 

“Whenever the people there wish it. The 
war was to aid them in attaining independ¬ 
ence and the principles that were invoked 
during the late contest should be observed 
now. This is an obligation that our country 
should not attempt to evade.” 

M. C. Campbell said: 

“As to the independence of Cuba, the posi¬ 
tion of our government and the complica¬ 
tions involved make it a difficult and most 
perplexing question to solve aright. 

However, in my judgment the Cubans are 
at present incapable of governing themselves 
and will be for a generation to come. In 
the meantime I think the United States should 
continue to stand sponsor for that uneducated 
ignorant people at least until we are satisfied 
that they have become sufficiently enlightened 
hy education and intercourse with the out¬ 
side world to govern themselves. 

• They possess an intermingling blood rela¬ 
tion with the people of other Central Ameri¬ 
can states whose form of government should 
satisfy our people that the Cubans are not 
enterprising or progressive and for that rea¬ 
son I would oppose the annexation of the 
island of Cuba to the United States. 

Mr. Ralph Lazarus said: 


A PROTECTORATE OF CUBA 

by this country until a stable form of govern¬ 
ment is established there would meet my idea 
of the proper course to be pursued. The 
commercial interests there would be ruined if 
the island were turned over to the emigrants 
and others who are no more fitted to govern 
than they. 

Without interfering with the rights of the 
inhabitants there, the United States should 
not give up all chance of developing the re¬ 
sources of the island. 

Mr. Andrews, President of the Board of 
Trade, said: 

“I do not think it incumbent upon our 
country to relinquish Cuba. It seems to me 
the time is past when we can permit senti¬ 
ment to overthrow reason. What better could 
the Cubans desire than annexation to the 
Union if they understood the great advantage 
it would be to them to have a country like 
ours responsible for the welfare and disci¬ 
pline of the islands.” 

Mr. George Hardy’s response was: 

“Cuba is in such a condition that no one 
with capital would wish to invest there. Peo¬ 
ple are not inclined to rush into a place that 
is subject to the rule or rather the misrule 
of an ignorant class of people when those 
who dwell there are to a great extent in 
ignorance that the vast interests of the coun¬ 
try will be fostered if the United States con¬ 
tinues to exercise authority there.” 

Said Mr. Frank Hubbard: 

“I read a little story the other day that 
might be applicable when asked a question 
like this. A certain gentleman was never 
known to do anything about his house that 
could be considered work, but always em¬ 
ployed some one to perform the most trifling 
tasks as he was amply able to do. After 
these questions with regard to conquered 
territory became paramount he was noticed 
using his lawn mower in the most vigorous 
manner at the most untimely hours. So 
often was this observed that one of the neigh¬ 
bors commented upon it to his wife who by 
way of explaining the unusual industry of 
her husband replied: 

“Yes, every time Mr. J. comes over and 
begins to talk about the Philippines my hus¬ 
band get the lawn mower and goes to work.” 

“The Cubans have the right to be free and 
independent and should be granted the con¬ 
sideration due a nation as soon as they are 
able to form a stable system of government 


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"and conduct their affairs, continued Mr. Hub¬ 
bard. 

The war was waged in order that an in- 
■dependent government might*be established 
there, and now there should be no hesita¬ 
tion in carrying out that to which our country 
stands pledged.” 

Mr. Howard Park responded with much 
earnestness, saying: 

“To be consistent this country will eventu¬ 
ally have to permit Cuban independence. It 
may be some time before the Cubans become 
organized in such a manner that the interests 
centered there will not suffer by permitting 
them to take complete control but they should 
be given an opportunity to show what they 
can do, just as the states were allowed to 
demonstrate their capacity for self govern¬ 
ment. If it is proven that they are capable 
of managing the affairs of the island they 
will without doubt ask to be annexed to the 
United States. They could then be admitted 
in a manner similar to that used in dealing 
• with Hawaii. 

Col. Freeman’s reply was characterized by 
great earnestness. He said : 

“Indeed I do believe in the entire inde¬ 
pendence of Cuba. America went into this 
war for just this purpose and there should 
be no receding from the position taken by 
Congress. I am a Monroe Doctrine man and 
think we should keep our hands off of terri¬ 
tory that does not rightfully belong to us. 
The Cubans should be given dominion as 
speedily as possible, then if they wish to be 
annexed to this country, well and good, but 
the island should not be held against the will 
of the people there.” 

Judge Hagerty replied: 

“In the process of readjustment in Cuba 
there are many questions to be considered, 
but the first duty of the United States should 
be to show to the world that the government 
means to adhere to the resolutions passed by 
Congress. It should be made clear that the 
policy of aggrandizement is not to be pursued 
and that our relations to Cuba are to be con¬ 
ducted with regard to the best interests of 
the island. Until such time as the inhabitants 
of Cuba are prepared to take up the duties 
of a nation, this country should maintain 
sufficient authority to be in a position to act 
for them in case they need aid.” 

Mr. F. W. Merrick said: 

“I should be glad to see Cuba independent 
if those who take charge possessed the ability 
to govern, but this it appears is not the case, 


so I think the United States should retain 
control until it is known that the Cubans 
have at least a few of the requisites for 
sovereignty.” 

“Cuba should not in my opinion be given 
independence,” was the reply of Mr. John 
Joyce, Sr. “Not only because the Cubans 
could not maintain it but for the reason that 
the United States is entitled to hold it and 
should do so. What would have been the 
use of the war if we meant to give up every¬ 
thing. I could not sanction any such act of 
folly as the abandonment of the opportunity 
offered this country by the acquisition of 
Cuba. Retention would mean some adequate 
indemnity for the debts incurred which the 
United States should not think of paying from 
our treasury.” 

Mr. Bassell, Secretary of the Board of 
Trade said in his characteristic way: 

As an abstract principle I am. in favor of 
our government obtaining and controlling any¬ 
thing and everything that might be esteemed 
as contributing to her future greatness. 

I regret now and always shall regret that 
our government did not avail itself of the 
treacherous sinking of the battleship Main the 
untimely taking off of 266 of our brave 
soldiers for its causi belli giving our country 
the opportunity of making such final settle¬ 
ment with Spain as might be deemed wise, 
leaving the humanity feature to our sense of 
right and wrong. I recognize however, so 
far as Cuba is concerned, that we are made 
to labor under certain disability growing out 
of the joint resolution disclaiming any dis¬ 
position or intention upon our part to exer¬ 
cise sovereignty, jurisdiction or control over 
said island except for the pacification thereof 
and asserting the determination when tha't was 
accomplished to leave the government and 
control of the island to the people. In the 
face of this I do not think our government 
could in honor fail to conform in fair meas¬ 
ure to the declaration so made. However, it 
must be remembered that the pacification of 
the island and the establishment of a stable 
government are made conditions precedent 
and our government would be recreant to the 
great trust she has assumed should she fail 
to require such antecedent performance upon 
the part of the Cubans. 

Mr. H. A. Jeffrey’s statement was: 

“It seems to me the Cubans have not yet 
reached a standard sufficiently high to admit 
of our taking hold of the affairs of the island 
and administering proper form of govern- 


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ment. As yet everything is in a state of tur¬ 
moil there and it needs calm, judicious leader¬ 
ship to prevent further trouble so I think the 
United States should retain control for the 
present.” 

Judge Bigger left the bench to talk upon 
the. proper course to be pursued with regard 
to Cuba. Said he: 

“I am hardly in a position to make a state¬ 
ment with regard to this subject for it seems 
to me about the only way one could speak 
with authority with regard to it would be to 
go to Cuba and study the situation as there 
are so many conflicting reports as to whether 
the Cubans are capable of establishing and 
maintaining an independent form of govern¬ 
ment or not. If they cannot do so it would 
not be advisable to leave them in an unsettled 
condition so as there is doubt about the mat¬ 
ter I think the United States should take 
charge of affairs.” 

Col. W. H. Knauss’s statement was: 

‘‘The island is ours by right of conquest 
and we should keep it.” 

“Do you think this should be done without 
regard to the resolution of Congress prior to 
the war?” 

“Yes, I don’t care anything about the reso¬ 
lutions. Circumstances occurring since then 
have changed things considerably and we are 
not bound to carry out any statement that 
was made when the condition of the island 
and its inhabitants was not thoroughly under¬ 
stood.” 

Hon. D. J. Ryan, former Secretary of State 
said with direct simplicity: 

“I have always favored the independence of 
the island and do now. I do not believe this 
country has any right, legal or moral, to 
annex the island without the consent of its 
people.” Mr. Ryan then handed me a pam¬ 
phlet on “1 lie Cuban Question in American 
Diplomacy,” which he wrote and published 
in December of ’97. Several strikingly beau¬ 
tiful clauses seem appropriate now as illustra¬ 
tive of how closely Mr. Ryan has adhered to 
his original conception with regard to Cuba. 
These are the words he wrote then: 

“No one can review with candor the rela¬ 
tive positions historically and politically of 
our country and Cuba without believing what 
Hamilton Fish as Secretary of State wrote to 
Caleb Cushing, minister to Spain, in 1874. 

“Cuba like the former continental colonies 
of Spain in America ought to belong to the 
great family of American republics with polit¬ 
ical forms and public policy of their own and 


attached to by no ties save those of inter¬ 
national courtesy and intellectual, commercial 
and social intercourse.” 

From the [Present condition it looks as if 
the day of the realization of the traditional 
aspirations of the American people were at 
hand. It is within the constitutional power 
of the president to do that which will bring 
ultimate independence to Cuba. His deep 
patriotism and love of freedom should make 
this act one of pleasure. History will make 
it immortal. What that great tribune of 
liberty, Owen Lovejoy once said in a debate 
in Congress may propertly be repeated now: 

“To be president, to be ruler, to be king, 
has happened to many; to be embalmed in 
the hearts of mankind throughout all genera¬ 
tions as liberator and emancipator has been 
accorded to few.” 

Col. Rodgers seemed to proceed upon the 
principles expressed by Pope: 

“For forms of government let fools contest 
What’s best administered is best.” 

He said: 

“I shall be satisfied with whatever the ad¬ 
ministration does in the settlement of this 
question.” 

Hon. Claude Meeker responded: 

“I favor the complete independence of Cuba 
if the inhabitants are capable of discharging 
the affairs of government, but that seems to 
be a matter of very grave doubt and while it 
continues so I think the United States should 
retain sufficient authority to prevent the island 
falling into the hands of those who are not 
fitted to rule.” 

The reply of Hon. E. O. Randall was: 

“I believe the complete independence of 
Cuba is secondary to its welfare and should 
now be established if the conditions are such 
that a complete independent government can 
maintain itself with justice to all parties. Re¬ 
member I’m not sufficiently familiar with the 
social and political conditions prevailing on 
the island to form any just estimate of that 
matter. If the reports which hav$ reached us 
concerning the ignorance of the native popu¬ 
lation and tjie dishonesty, treachery and greed 
of the Spanish population are at all true, it 
will be a long time before a stable govern¬ 
ment can be maintained without assistance 
from the United States. 

Indeed I am inclined to think that some 
sort of a protectorate on the part of the 
United States would be justified and probably 
best for the Cubans themselves until such 


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lime as it shall be safe for them to go it 
alone.” 

“If I understood your question,” said Hon. 
Emmett Tompkins, “you desire to know my 
opinion as to what our government should 
do with Cuba and the Cubans, not limiting 
your inquiry to the single proposition the in¬ 
dependence of the island. After we had 
crushed the Spanish navy and driven her ships 
either off or under the seas and captured her 
army at Santiago after most glorious fighting 
by the Americans the exultation of victory 
followed with a rush and in the midst of it 
we were largely controlled by that spirit 
which our critics called “jingoism.” I confess 
to having imbibed a large quantity of the 
spirit and was correspondingly elevated. But 
the excitement has subsided and we are all 
now in a more judicial frame of mind. 

The reaction carries us back to the first 
principles. I was much impressed with the 
declaration of Congress and I have believed 
that our nation is in honor bound to adhere 
to it unless there is a mighty reason for not 
doing so. But I have not lost sight of the 
fact that this resolution was adopted under 
given and accepted conditions that is taking 
for the truth all that has been said as to the 


fitness of the Cubans for self government 
there was nothing for us to do but to ex¬ 
terminate Spanish dominion and leave the 
islands to the inhabitants thereof. 

But if we should discover that we were 
misinformed as to the facts when the resolu¬ 
tion was adopted, that in truth the Cubans 
are not fit for self-government, then from the 
high plane on which we stood when we de¬ 
clared for intervention, we might be not only 
justified, but required to modify if not recall 
our disclaimer. But the burden of proof is 
on them demanding a recall.” 

Said Mr. F. W. Prentiss: 

“I don’t think Cuba should be granted inde¬ 
pendence. The island should be held as -ter¬ 
ritory of the United States.” 

This was such a sweeping statement with¬ 
out a word explanatory that I ventured to 
say: 

“What importance if any do you attach to 
the declaration of Congress prior to the war?” 

Mr. Prentiss weighs his words carefully be¬ 
fore speaking, but in this instance there was 
a longer pause than usual before he replied: 

“I think the circumstances and develop¬ 
ments since then have caused a change.” 

And thus an end to Cuban discussion. 



I). J. RYAN. 











TRIP TO THE MINES. 


COLUMBUS EXCURSIONISTS EXPLORE THE CONGO MINE. 


A JOLLY PARTY OF TEACHERS AND STUDENTS OF SCIENCE 


Spend Saturday in an Interesting and Profitable Manner — Many Courtesies Shown 
Them by Officials of Coal Company and Miners in Their 
Employ — The Party. 


The trip taken by Columbus people through 
the Congo coal mine is one that will leave a 
lasting impression upon the minds of those 
who made it. 

The excursion was planned under the direc¬ 
tion of Miss Riordan, principal of the Front 
street school, and its purpose was to give the 
teachers a better idea of practical coal mining 
as they are now expected to teach the prin¬ 
ciples of it. Not only the instructors of the 
public schools took advantage of this oppor¬ 
tunity of instruction and pleasure, but mem¬ 
bers of scientific clubs and literary clubs, 
school boys, college students, teachers in the 
deaf and dumb asylum, stenographers, rail¬ 
road men, coal dealers and others joined the 
happy throng. There were 144 in all; 107 of 
these were women. 

The train left the Union station at 7 :25 and 
the railroad trip was made without incident 
of more than passing interest and arrived at 
Congo at 11 o’clock. Dinner was partaken 
of in a boarding house, and then began the 
trip through the mines. 

Many of the excursion party had never 
seen the interior of a mine, and their ques¬ 
tions and comments must have been decidedly 
amusing to those to whom it was as a tale 
that is told. But the miners with unvarying 
patience explained all the details of cutting, 
drilling and blasting. But some of the les¬ 
sons learned- are likely to bring greater re¬ 
turns than any facts concerning the process 
of digging coal. One of these was the insight 
given the visitors as to the real character of 
the miners. Their genial dispositions and 
unvarying courtesy was the subject of much 
comment throughout the return trip. 


Superintendent Shawan voiced the senti¬ 
ments of the entire crowd when he stated 
that nowhere could more have been done to- 
make pleasant and profitable this visit and 
that so much benefit had been derived from 
it, that he favored having similar excursions 
in the future. 

The teachers are under obligations to the 
following gentlemen who so gladly chaper¬ 
oned the party through the mines and ex¬ 
plained all the interesting features to the 
teachers in a way that they may give their 
pupils a very good idea of how coal mines of 
a modern type are operated at this age: 
Messrs. S. W. Pascoe, Superintendent; John 
W. Taylor, mine boss; Thomas Stiff, mine 
boss; S. J. Benner, inspector; William Trum¬ 
bull, Arthur Barlitt, Clarence Gillespie, Wil¬ 
liam White. 

Miss Simonton, Miss Effie Simonton, Miss 
Gunning, Miss Sue Gunning, Miss Emma 
Gates, Miss Parker, Miss Zwerner, Miss 
Akerman, Miss Shilling, Miss Stelzig, Miss 
Long, Mrs. Zell, Miss Drake, Miss Grimes, 
Miss Hunter, Leon Oderbrecht, Miss Gorman, 
Miss Ramell, Miss Bailey, Miss Miller, Miss 
Haviland, Miss Prall, Miss Kaefer, Miss 
Pauline Kaefer, Miss Staub, Miss Platt, Miss 
Torrey, Mr. Drake, Miss Herrick, Miss Cor¬ 
bett, Miss Dickerson, Miss Pfleiger, J. A. Als¬ 
ton, Hartman Alston, Belle Herrick, Robert 
Shawan, C. S. Barrett, Mrs. Shaffell, Miss 
Barton, Superintendent J. A. Shawan, Mrs. 
Herb, Miss Kaiser, Miss Karst, Miss Reiber, 
Miss Martin, Miss Fassig, Miss Roberts, Miss 
Ewart, Miss Flowers, Miss Stephens, Miss 
Stimmel, Miss Evans, Miss Ada Evans, Miss 
Kanmacher, Mrs. Neddermeyer, Miss Leh- 


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man, Miss Drake, Miss Judd, Miss Connell, 
Miss Ritson, Mrs. Barnitz, Miss Wilson, Miss 
Esther Dent, Miss Dent, Mrs. J. Dent, Miss 
Nessmith, Miss Bennett, Miss Culbertson, 
Miss Snow, Miss Graham, Miss Benbow, 
Miss Maud Graham, Miss Ober, Miss Kum- 
ler, Miss Eichhorn, Miss Rich, Miss Scott, 
Mr. George Scott, Mr. Stratton, Margaret 
Koerner, Ida M. Evans, Emma Culp, Ray 
Lauer, Huber Funk, Martha Culp, Anna E. 
Riordan, Horace Moll, Margaret S. Getz, 
Willie Reynolds, Hortense Brooks, Mrs. Reno 
Pierce, A. J. Grossmann, Otto Mees, William 
Emel, Pearl Contellier, Lucie V. Contellier, 
Mrs. Jos. Bradford, Helen Bradford, Augusta 


Becker, Christine M. Wood, Nellie Thomp¬ 
son, Lily M. Thomas, Louise C. Balz, Char¬ 
lotte Olnhausen, Lydia Schneider, Mary 
Martini, Mary Esper, Mrs. J. D. Esper, Caro¬ 
line Wendt, Cornelia Hebenstreit, Harriet 
Lazarus, Annice Fishback, Luck Rickel, T. 
Murray Jones, Ray V. Zartman, Luke V. 
Zartman, Lester Ogden, William H. Andrews, 
Mrs. Frank V. Irish, Mrs. W. S. Totter, Mrs. 
W. D. Park, Mrs. Kate A. Mulford, John M. 
Mulford, Susan Cunningham, Annie O. Jones, 
Harriet Thompson, Mr. George Scott, Mr. 
Stratton, Mary Roberts, Jessie Earl, Clara M. 
Gray, Alice Docum and Ida Jones. 


NELL BROWN IN COLUMBUS: STORY OF 

A WORKING GIRL. 


“It must be through an accident,” she mur¬ 
mured, “When I do not wake in the morn¬ 
ing, When I do not wake,” she repeated in a 
musing tone. Then as tho controlled by some 
unseen force her drawn lips formed the 
words — “If I should die before I wake.” 
Then her surroundings faded and she was 
back where mountains in their grandeur tower 
to the sky near the home of her girlhood. 

She only saw a cabin small 
That sheltered children four, 

Who played in glee about its wall 
. Or o’er its bare white floor. 

And three were boys and one a girl, 

With face just like her own. 

Ere she had plunged into the whirl 
Where grief and strife are known. 

She saw them bend beside the form 
Of one who whispered low 


Sweet words of peace to quell each storm 
And sooth each childish woe. 

Then, “Now I lay me down to sleep,” 

Rose on the evening air, 

“I pray the Lord my soul to keep,” 

Said each one in the prayer. 

“If I should die before I wake,” 

Nell’s head was bending low; 

“I pray the Lord my soul to take.” 

The words came faint and slow, 

“All this I ask.—” 

Then memory faded and in place of the little 
kneeling figure in white with peaceful brow 
and upraised eyes she saw herself as she really 
was a woman still young, in years, but oh, so 
old in suffering. 

—From Sunday Serial in Ohio State Journal .. 




JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY’S 

KINDNESS. 


Apropos of the recent visit of James Whit¬ 
comb Riley to this city it is interesting to 
note his generous manner of recognizing more 
modest writers of verse. 

Upon reading her poem, “When the Acorns 
Drop,’’ which was written four years ago, Mr. 
Riley wrote to Mrs. C. R. Liggett of this 
city the subjoined letter and forwarded to 
her his latest work, “Armazindy,” on the fly 
leaf of which was written, 

Sweetest faith in all things human 
Blossoms in the heart of woman. 

James Whitcomb Riley, 

Indianapolis, Ind., 
November 19, 1904. 

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The letter which accompanied the book can 
be read as easily as print and is as fine as 
copper-plate in chirography: the words are: 

“From the little autumn song here it is but 
fair to say that the author seems to be cap¬ 
able of far superior verse not that this is or¬ 
dinary but it is marked by some ordinary de¬ 
fects which care and deliberation might cer¬ 
tainly avoid committing. Very honestly would 
I encourage the writer with such evident gifts 
simply to the vigilant study of displaying the 
same to ambitious advantage to repeat not 
other’s styles or mannerism but instead to 
develop that native individuality that seems 
so utterly neglected. 

“There is the grace, the spirit, the life, 
truth and melody all in evidence that the 
writer of the above lines might write infi¬ 
nitely better. Therefore my heartiest advice 
would be to set about most conscientious 
efforts towards that end. 

Hastily, heartily and very truly your friend, 

J. W. Riley, 
Indianapolis, Ind., 
November 19, 1894. 

Cornelia R. Liggett is editor of “The 
Sample Case,” the United States Commercial 
Traveler’s magazine. 

The lines to which he referred have been 


read and admired throughout the country. 
The first stanza is indicative of the poem. 

“There’s a whisper in the hill top and a mur¬ 
mur in the wood 

There’s a dream of golden glory every- 
wliere 

On the beech a russett cover, on the elm a 
scarlet hood 

But the walnut lifts her branches brown 
and bare 

Oh, the squirrel’s in the feasting in the old 
oak top 

And ho for Indian Summer 

When 

the 

acorns 

drop.” 

Upon the occasion of Mr. Riley’s last visit 
Mrs. Liggett called upon him and was received 
most cordially. He inquired as to her success 
and hoped she was meeting with the apprecia¬ 
tion she deserved. Then, after citing some 
of his early discouragements he said: 

“I now look upon the bright side of life. 
There is a bright side if people will only look 
for it. I avoid all gloomy things as much 
as possible. Hence, I never go to see a tra¬ 
gedy no matter how well it is done. The 
more true to nature, the more sadness it 
occasions. Then I never read a sad poem no 
matter how fine it may be. For instance those 
like Longfellow’s ‘Evangeline’ which is one 
long moan from beginning to end.” 

Speaking of Mrs. Liggett’s versification he 
said: 

“Having been reared in the country you 
have a fund of valuable^material from which 
to draw, for those who know nature from 
early association can best depict her moods. 

“If you attempt dialect do not forget that 
the countryman is as intelligent as any other, 
and that ofttimes the language employed is 
used in contempt of the opinion of the city 
bred who make the mistake of looking down 
upon him. 


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“The secret of success lies in an honest 
heart. Give the people what you feel within 
your own.” 

Mrs. Liggett is well known locally from 
having in the past been connected with sev¬ 
eral papers here as a special writer, having 
recently contributed to local papers SQine 
stories of great literary value, chief among 
these being a sketch of Benjamin Russell 


Hanby, the author of “Darling Nellie Gray,” 
while her writings in the Sample Case which 
she now edits have attracted attention. 

Mr. J. J. Barber, the well known cattle 
painter has transferred one of her poems to 
canvas, “A Summer Day,” which was ex¬ 
hibited at the Art Club Association recently, 
and which was sold to Mr. J. C. Campbell of 
this city this week. 


NELL BROWN IN COLUMBUS: STORY OF 

A WORKING GIRL. 


Nell became critically ill .through over¬ 
work, exposure and anxiety and a physician 
was called to see her. As he was leaving her 
room, he said : - 

“My little lady you’ll have to be very care¬ 
ful. I’ll be here early in the morning.” 

“Oh please don’t come again,” Nell ex¬ 
claimed. x 

“Not unless you wish it, but you need a 
physician so you should call another if I 
don’t suit.” 

“It isn’t that,” she hastily exclaimed. “It’s 
only that I can’t afford to have you come.” 

“Well, perhaps I can afford to come. Your 
business is to get well and that will be 
enough for you without financial worry.” 

“But I’ve just secured work,” said Nell 
rebelliously, ‘and now you tell me to lie here 
and be a burden on others. I’ll die if I do.” 

“You’ll die if you don t,” was the curt re¬ 
sponse, then in a tone of winning softness, 
he added: 

“My little lady you are in the grasp of four 
different forms of illness, any one of which 
would be sufficient for most women, but you 
seem inclined to add a few figures to the com¬ 
bination. I’ll be here to see you in the morn¬ 
ing. When you get well and have plenty of 
money, I’ll send you my bill. In the mean¬ 
time you must not worry and I’ll do my best 
to get you out of here soon.’ 

He kept his word and through long weeks 
battled as only the physician can for a life. 
He was aided by the friend with whom she 
roomed, a refined woman of the loveliest char¬ 
acter, a born nurse, who patiently and tire¬ 
lessly anticipated every wish of the sufferer 
without words, and this in addition to the 
work of a household composed of husband, 
brother, nephew and little daughter, who vied 
with each other in their attention to Nell. To 


such an extent was their devotion carried that 
the physician noticed it and said: 

“If you had searched the world over you 
could not have fallen ill among better people.” 

At two o’clock one stormy morning when 
her physician had been summoned for the 
third time within a few hours,. Nell gasped: 
“It’s too bad you had to come again.” 

Dr. Howell’s alert intellectual face with its 
tinge of hardness changed as he said: 

‘My little lady, no night was ever too 
stormy, no hour too late for me to respond 
to a call like this. As long as I can be of 
service, do not hesitate to send for me at any 
time.” 

Soon afterward he told her that there was 
but one chance left for her recovery and that 
must be taken immediately, every hour of 
delay increasing her danger. 

Nell knew that she must fall into a sleep 
from which she might not awake and that 
there was not time to consult relatives who 
lived far from the city, so she faced the issue 
calmly, saying: 

“Take the chance at once, I am not afraid.” 

As soon as arrangements could be made, 
Dr. Howell with another physician entered 
her room and over her face was placed a 
cloth that shut out the world, perhaps for¬ 
ever, but even then she felt no fear and her 
hand gave back a reassuring pressure to that 
of her friend and nurse as she felt herself 
falling into space and heard the doctor’s voice 
saying: 

“Nerviest little thing I ever saw.” 

Six months afterward when she had come 
back from the borderland, she asked Dr. 
Howell a question to which he replied: 

“Didn’t I tell you that I would send you my 
bill when you were well and making plenty 
of money. Until then be good enough to 
forget it.” 


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INGERSOLL ON SUPERSTITION 


SIGNIFICANCE ATTACHED TO COMMONPLACE HAPPENINGS. 


LECTURE GENERALLY REGARDED AS THE BEST EVER DELIVERED BY THE 
GREAT AGNOSTIC. SOME THOUGHTS CULLED FROM THE DISCOURSE. 


Colonel Robert G. Ingersoll in his new lec- 
true on Superstition at the Great Southern 
last night was greeted by an appreciative au¬ 
dience. The lecture was regarded by many 
of his hearers as the best ever delivered by 
the Great Agnostic, this Michael Angelo of 
words, this Phideas of verbal sculpture. 

Beginning with the more ignorant forms 
of superstition Colonel Ingersoll touched upon 
the credulity of the more ignorant classes in 
attributing to the most commonplace happen¬ 
ings a special significance. In speaking of 
these he said: 

When a woman drops a dishcloth that means 
company though how the cloth could inspire 
the neighbor with a desire to visit or how 
such inclination on the part of the neighbor 
could affect the cloth no one can explain. 

When a man sees the moon over his left 
shoulder he says “bad luck.” What the effect 
would be if a left handed man should see the 
moon over his right shoulder “I don’t know.” 

The manner in which Colonel Ingersoll says 
“I don’t know,” is inimitable. 

It is as though he had exhausted every re¬ 
course in an effort to find solution to prob¬ 
lems that perplex. 

With no attempt at reproducing his exact 
words the substance of other thoughts ad¬ 
vanced by Colonel Ingersoll is given: 

Famine and faith have always gone together. 
When a man eats a crust wet with tears he 
thanks God. When he sits at a banquet he 
congratulates himself. 

God tried to buy souls on credit by prom¬ 
ising them a future of happiness. The devil 
promised present pleasure, cash down. 

The devil taught us not to forego the 
ecstacy of love and sowed the seeds of doubt 
by which man escaped from theological chaos. 

God sent some evil as punishment. It was 
not the devil who drowned the world. He 
was never mean enough for that. 


If there is anything that corrugates the 
brow of Jehovah and raises a commotion it 
is for a poor mortal to think. 

Give up devils and you give up faith in 
the inspiration of the New Testament. For 
if all the accounts of the casting out of 
devils there are untrue what part of it is true? 
There is no compromise. If the devils do 
not exist the foundations of the Christian re¬ 
ligion crumbles. If you give up devils you 
must give up witches, then what becomes of 
the command “Thou shalt not suffer a witch 
to live”? 

We denounce witchcraft yet there are men 
today who will read the story of the witch 
of Endor with a theological face. 

Chisel a theological face on a tombstone and 
it would give additional horror to death. 

In early days they had a geology that fitted 
their religion. The earth was flat. God and 
the angels lived just above the clouds or 
on the first floor. The human race was on 
the second floor and the devils in the base¬ 
ment. 

They knew all about Heaven and Hell but 
the telescope did away with the thought that 
Heaven is just beyond the clouds and we have 
no celestial maps. No one can mark a route 
from Columbus to the New Jerusalem. 

Science has wrested the sceptre from re¬ 
ligion. Scientists do more good than theolo¬ 
gians ; inventors do more good than saints. 

Some thank God for the victory at San¬ 
tiago. I don’t thank God, I thank the he¬ 
roes who did their duty. Some thank God for 
the victory at Manila but I thank Dewey. 

In the late war the popes and bishops of 
Spain blessed their ships and sprinkled their 
guns with holy water, then the gunners blazed 
away and left the rest to the Holy Ghost. 

Colonel Ingersoll then paid a splendid tri¬ 
bute to the Jews and towards the close of 
his discourse he made a sweeping denun- 





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ciation of religion which he designates as the 
Science of Superstition and compared the pro¬ 
gress made by the development of thought with 
that of religious institutions in beautiful phra¬ 
ses and glowing imagery. 

In his closing remarks the Word Wizard 
said: “The doctrine of immortality does not 
rest on the inspiration of the Bible, but as 
I have said a hundred times love inspired the 
hope that we should meet again with those 
who are dear to us and I’d rather be annihi¬ 
lated than know that one I loved was suffering 
eternal punishment and I’d rather God would 
be annihilated than to know that one human 
being was to suffer so. Let us have some 
heart. Let us paint upon the canvas of the 
future all the beautiful pictures that we can 
but let us not dig any hell for our neighbors. 

Colonel Ingersoll before an audience with 
all the wondrous gifts with which he is en¬ 
dowed is given admiration full and free and 
none who hear him speak can e’er forget the 
matchless charm, the resistless eloquence of 
this orator, reformer, lawyer, poet and idealist 
who steps into an intellectual arena with the 
peerless poise of one equipped at every point; 
with satire keen as a rapier’s steel; with 
humor that creeps into the heart like the 
rippling music of a child’s low laughter; 
knowledge gained from every source that could 
contribute to a well trained mind and sym¬ 
pathy so fine and rare that he can send his 
voice with its exquisite cadences through 
all the crypts of the heart. 

But despite the necromancy of the great 
Word Wizard’s public speaking, to see and 
hear him at his best one must talk with him 
and absorb that which is ever a part of the 
mind of genius. And to talk with him no 
badge of social distinction, no formal intro¬ 
duction is needed, with the simplicity of a 
child combined with the charm of a Cosmo¬ 
politan he greets one who seeks audience 
with him, instantly placing himself in the 
attitude of one well known for years, touch¬ 
ing on this and that without preface but 
with no irrelevancy, interspersing his own 
ideas rare and fancies fine with thoughts from 
the great masters Humboldt, Huxley, Tyndall, 
Darwin and others! 

In speaking with Colonel Ingersoll of his 
lectures one cannot fail to. be impressed with 
his absolute disregard for the little pretenses 
that a lesser man would deem necessary, for 
it takes a citizen of the world to discuss his 
speeches with the sincerity and grand 


simplicity that tower above any assumption 
of modesty. 

In talking with the Great Agnostic one 
realizes more readily than from hearing his 
addresses that he is not susceptible to compari¬ 
son, that his personality is far too unique for 
this, for he is of no school or cult. He is 
Ingersoll; in naturalness supreme with wis¬ 
dom equal to his eloquence; with literary, legal 
and political experiences and advantages far 
beyond the ordinary; one who believes that 
good and evil are only relative and that there 
is nothing absolutely moral or immoral; one 
trained to study and investigation but satisfied 
with nothing less than a clear understanding 
of principles, one who says that “the hands 
that help are better far than lips that pray 
but who neither affirms or denies anything 
to orthodoxy but simply suspends judgment 
and in the meantime says “I don't know’’ in 
his inimitable manner and tone; but with all 
his satire and crushing logic his sympathy is 
such that his great heartbeats are felt where- 
ever there is suffering or wrong and his pity 
finds excuse for all the failings of his fellow- 
men. 

Perhaps this tenderness of heart is best 
portrayed in his own words cor-cerning home¬ 
less wanderers. 

When I see one of these men poor and 
friendless no matter how bad he is I think 
that some one loved him once, that he was 
held in the arms of a mother, that he slept 
beneath her loving eyes and wakened in the 
light of her smiles, I see him in the cradle 
listening to lullabye songs and then I think 
of the strange and wandering paths, the weary 
roads e has traveled from his mother’s arms 
to misery and want and aimless crime.” 

In some way there radiates from Colonel 
Ingersoll the strength suggestive of that 
which comes from the contemplation of vast 
mountains or the influence from lonely nights 
beneath the stars when all the little things 
of everyday that vex the heart seem far too 
trivial for remembrance and those who spend 
even a brief time in his presence are conscious 
of a marvelous uplifting power that brings 
strange longings for some brighter light, for 
some larger life than has been known or 
dreamed of as a heaven, for in his presence 
every small impulse is shamed and every 
good and genrous instinct is increased a hun¬ 
dredfold. 

Truly an incomparable personality but per¬ 
haps his character is best described in his de¬ 
scription of Shakespeare. 



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COLUMBUS MAYORS, THEIR DISTIN¬ 
GUISHING CHARACTERISTICS. 


From the days when Columbus was a “bor¬ 
ough” where the Indian late had hunted down 
to the present, where progress carries us so 
swiftly forward that we scarce have time to 
grasp some new invention or one situation 
teeming with all that is strange before we 
■are whirled on to that which is more compli¬ 
cated, the lives of those who have been chief 
executives in Columbus have been traced. 
That is, as many of them as could be. But 
the facts with regard to the lives of these 
men who were once such factors in the affairs 
of the city could only be secured from the 
reminiscences of friends or the file« of news¬ 
papers, and in many instances nothing more 
than the years in which they served could be 
learned. Crude and incomplete as are these 
stories, they form the only combined sketches 
of the former mayors of the city, and for 
that reason may be valuable to some writer 
of the future, who seeing Columbus as it yet 
shall be, will turn to this record of the lives 
of those who helped to make it what it is. 

ONE OF THE FIRST 

Of Columbus Mayors was John Kerr — He 
Owned the Town for Some Time. 

James Pike, 1816-1817. 

John Kerr, 1818-1819. 

John M. Kerr, one of the proprietors of the 
original town plat of Columbus, was born 
about the year 1778 in County Tyrone, Ire¬ 
land. He was educated at the University of 
Dublin. He came to this country early in the 
century, and about the year 1810 settled in 
Franklinton. He was connected with the 
company entering into the compact with the 
legislature in 1812 with regard to the dis¬ 
posal of land for the site of this city. Mr. 
Kerr was appointed in 1813 the first agent of 
the association and continued until 1815 when 
he declined longer service. He was a mem¬ 
ber of the first board of councilmen, elected 
in 1816, “for the borough” of Columbus. 

He died in 1823, the same year as Mr. 
Lucas Sullivant. 


Mr. Kerr left a large fortune at his death 
which was soon dissipated. He was buried 
in the old North graveyard, and as a result 
of neglect, the headstone placed at his grave 
was destroyed and his children were unable 
to identify the grave of their father when 
that burial place was abandoned and trans¬ 
fers made to Greenlawn. 

Mr. Kerr's son was a man of much intelli¬ 
gence and literary culture who made many 
business ventures with the great wealth which 
his father had left, but failed in all. 

In connection with this brief sketch of Mr. 
Kerr it is interesting to note that the sale of 
lots for the location of Columbus and the 
formal declaration of the war of 1812 took 
place on the same day. 

While Governor Meigs was organizing three 
volunteer regiments to take the field in the 
impending war Alexander McLaughlin, Lyne 
Starling, James Johnston and John Kerr were 
treating with the legislature then sitting at 
Zanesville for the location of Ohio’s capital 
on their land. 

PUBLIC SPIRITED 

And Deeply Learned Was John Loughrey, 
An Early City Executive. 

Eli C. King, 1820-1822. 

John Loughrey, 1823. 

Mr. John Loughrey was born May 8, 1786 
in Rockville. He moved with his father’s 
family when quite young to Western Penn¬ 
sylvania where he lived about twenty-five 
years. He came to this state in 1817. Mr. 
Loughrey was a devoted patriot. In 1812 he 
volunteered with the whole of an independent 
regiment which he commanded, he went into 
service on the lakes soon after Hull’s sur¬ 
render at Detroit. 

Mr. Loughrey had a long line of pious an¬ 
cestry. He was a very learned man and was 
very generous in imparting his stores of 
knowledge gained from books and experi¬ 
ence to all who desired such aid. 

He was public spirited; taking great inter¬ 
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fare; he was a large contractor on the public 
works of the state and did much to improve 
the fruit culture of southern Ohio. 

He did well whatever he undertook and 
was full of loyal zeal for the triumph of 
right over wrong, truth over falsehood, and 
of freedom over tyranny. 

Mrs. Awl, wife, of Doctor Awl, was Mr. 
Loughrey’s daughter and was well known in 
Columbus. The Misses Awl, residing on 
State street are his grand-daughters and 
justly revere his memory. 

AND THE GREATEST CHARITY. 

A Man Big-Hearted and Loving His Fel- 
lowman. 

Judge W. T. Martin, 1824-26. 

Judge William T. Martin, author of Mar¬ 
tin's History of Franklin County, was born in 
Bedford County, Pennsylvania, April 6, 1778, 
settled in Columbus in 1815, and continued to 
live here until his death which occurred Feb¬ 
ruary 19, 1866. 

Judge Martin was most highly esteemed 
and held many important offices, among which 
was that of associate judge of the Court of 
Common Pleas of Franklin County under the 
old Constitution of the State of Ohio. In 
1858, after much careful research and as a 
labor of love, he published Martin’s History 
of Franklin County, which is still regarded 
as authority on the many subjects which it 
covers. These meagre facts were gleaned 
from Centennial and give but little conception 
of the real personality of the man. 

In a talk with Judge Martin’s son, Mr. B. 
F. Martin, I learned that the distinguishing 
trait of his father was his charity. Not only 
in the ordinary meaning of the word, but in 
its broader significance — large-hearted toler¬ 
ance of the faults of others. So marked was 
this characteristic that the son remembers one 
occasion when he saw a man intoxicated reel¬ 
ing unsteadily up to their door. With the 
thoughtlessness of a boy he made some light 
remark but his father with a grave and pity¬ 
ing loolc said: “My son, never speak so again 
of an unfortunate for that is what he is. If 
you or I had been born under the same con¬ 
ditions as he, we might be just as pitiable.” 

“My father,” said Mr. Martin, “was never 
rich, for he was not of the kind who could 
be so. He was too generous. Even the 
drunkard to whom I have alluded was given 
aid. With the arrogance of youth I said; 


“Father, that will just encourage that man 
in his ways and he will spend that for drink.” 

“Why not think it will encourage him to 
do better?” was the reply. “You see he was 
a great believer in the laws of heredity and 
felt that we should condemn none no matter 
what their faults, for, said he: “We are not 
capable of weighing the motives and judging 
the actions of any human being much less 
can we understand all the emotions which 
prompt a fellow creature to do that which 
leads to inevitable ruin.” 

JOHN BROOKS 

Was One of Columbus’ Very Early Mayors 
— A Man of Strictest Honor. 

James Robinson, 1827. 

William Long, 1828-32. 

1834-85. John Brooks was born in Lincoln- 
ville, Me., June 12, 1775. His father was a 
iNlc-va Scotia refugee. The subject of this 
sketch was a delicate child so was spared 
many of the severities of pioneer life and was 
permitted to read or study when a stronger 
boy would have been required to work. 

The facilities for acquiring book knowledge 
were limited as was evidenced by the fact 
that his first arithmetic was brought from 
Poston on a sailing vessel as that was the 
neartst way of communicating with the liter¬ 
ary world. 

When he was fifteen, Mr. Brooks started 
in life for himself, having as capital but one 
dollar and a little box of clothes, all that 
could be spared from the family store. He 
served as a clerk in a store until he was 
twenty-one, when he entered business for him¬ 
self. He was afterward cashier in a bank, 
justice of the peace and at the time of his 
removal to the West, treasurer elect of the 
county in which he resided. 

In the autumn of 1828, with his wife and 
thirteen children he started for Columbus, 
Ohio. At that time it required forty-two days 
to make the journey. When they settled here 
Columbus was but a small village of 2500 
inhabitants. 

He died February 26, 1869, after having 
been a citizen of Columbus for nearly half a 
century, during forty of which he was closely 
connected with the mercantile pursuits of the 
city. 

The leading traits of Mr. Brooks character 
were steadiness and tenacity of purpose, the 
general practical utility of his mind best illus- 


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trated by his having perfected the style of 
chopping ax now in general use, a sense of 
justice often carried to a point of delicate 
honor and a nature sensitively tender of the 
feelings of those about him. With a temper 
naturally sharp and quick he carried a balm 
in his heart for every wound he might unin¬ 
tentionally give. Mr. Brooks did not serve 
the entire year for which he was elected. He 
resigned because of the petty affairs connected 
with it. 

Mr. Brooks’ daughter, Mrs. Alexander 
Houston of this city, in speaking of her 
father said: 

“When my father was to be inaugurated it 
was considered an event of importance to be¬ 
come the chief executive in even a small town, 
so there was a perfect jam of people to wit¬ 
ness the ceremony. Just in the midst of it 
I fainted and my last thought as I lost con¬ 
sciousness was, I shall never know if father 
is mayor or not. However, the affair went 
on as if I had known all about it. A short 
time after that I went to see a painting of 
Branboros’ and I could not get near it until 
some one said, ‘That little girl is the mayor’s 
daughter’ then they made way for me.” 

A NEWSPAPER PIONEER 

Was Colonel Philo Olmstead, Who Was 
Mayor in the Middle Thirties. 

Warren Jenkins, 1836-37. 

Philo Olmstead, 1838-39. 

On the death of Colonel P. H. Olmstead 
the following editorial which embraces the 
leading facts in his life appeared in one of 
the Columbus papers: 

“Another prominent pioneer of civilization 
in Ohio, has just passed away. Colonel Philo 
H. Olmstead finished his earthly pilgrimage 
and was gathered to his father on Sunday 
morning, February 20, at a ripe old age. 

“Colonel Olmstead was one of the very 
early settlers in Franklin County, having 
come hither with his father’s family in the 
first decade of the present century and settled 
in the wilderness near Alum Creek about 
three miles eastward of Worthington. While 
yet a mere lad, young Olmstead entered the 
office of the Western Intelligencer of which 
his father was co-proprietor and learned the 
rudiments of printing. 


Shortly after the seat of government had 
been established on the high bank of the 
Scioto one mile east of Franklinton, the 
printing office was removed from Worthing¬ 
ton 'to Columbus, and took the name of the 
Columbus Gazette, Mr. Olmstead maintaining 
his relation to the paper and in a few years 
becoming its proprietor and publisher. The 
local position of the paper at the seat of gov¬ 
ernment made it an important element in 
directing the policy of the state and imparted 
to its editor an influence and prominence 
rarely attained by members of the profession 
in after years. This prominence Mr. Olm¬ 
stead maintained for a number of years, be¬ 
ing repeatedly appointed and reappointed 
“printer of the state.” 

About 1825 Mr. George Nashee having been 
elected public printer, formed a business con¬ 
nection with the late Judge Balihache and 
Colonel Olmstead and established a daily in 
which the Columbus Gazette was merged. At 
the termination of this arrangement which 
continued for several years Colonel Olmstead 
retired from his connection with the press 
and engaged energetically in other pursuits 
and was extensively and favorably known as 
the keeper of a first class hotel. 

In 1817 Colonel Olmstead was married to 
the estimable woman who survives him at the 
home of her relative Colonel Forest Meeker 
of Delaware, and for nearly fifty-three years 
they have trod the rough path of the world 
in conjugal companionship mutual helpmeet. 
Having lived to see their offspring settled in 
life and survived the days of active useful¬ 
ness in business pursuits he has yielded at 
last to the inexorable advances of the last 
enemy who had for several years laid close 
siege to his physical constitution. 

Colonel Olmstead was several times hon¬ 
ored by his fellow citizens with testimonials 
of their confidence and respect and in all his 
official relations maintained a character of 
scrupulous probity and uprightness. He was 
a member of the city council from 1819 to 
1822 and from 1831 to 1834. During his last 
term he was mayor of the city and served for 
one year. He was elected mayor in 1837 to 
fill the unexpired term of Warren Jenkins, 
and was again elected in 1838. The later 
years of his life relieved from anxieties and 
perplexities, of business were spent awaiting 
the slow and sure advance of a fell malady 
that had already marked him for its -victim. 


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POLISHED AND COURTEOUS, 

A Typical Southern Gentleman was John 

Guerrant Miller, Who Served in 1840-1. 

John Guerrant Miller was born in Gooch¬ 
land County, Virginia, September 30, 1795. 
His education was received at William and 
Mary’s college Virginia where he graduated 
with honor. He was educated for the bar. 
After reading law in Virginia he completed 
his studies at the Philadelphia bar, then 
thought the ablest in the United States. 

In 1834 Mr. Miller with his family moved 
to Worthington where for a time he was en¬ 
gaged in merchandise but soon forsook it for 
his profession. He made his home in Co¬ 
lumbus from 1830. 

In 1838 Mr. Miller founded the Old School 
Republican newspaper which he edited with 
great ability for a number of years, when it 
passed into the hands of his cousin, Dr. M. 
N. Miller, who in conjunction with Dr. L. J. 
Moeller continued it until 1844. In 1839 Mr. 
Miller was elected mayor of Columbus by the 
city council and was re-elected to the same 
office by the people. In 1841 he was appointed 
by his brother-in-law John Tyler, postmaster 
of Columbus and held that office four years. 
In this appointement President Tyler carried 
out the wishes of General Harrison, who ex¬ 
pressed the determination to appoint Mr. 
Miller to that office. 

The drudgery of the bar was not to Mr. 
Miller’s taste and despite his legal knowledge 
and great talent as an orator he did not finan¬ 
cially succeed as well as many of inferior 
minds. His eloquence was too classical to 
captivate a jury. But among cultivated minds 
his fame as an orator was such, that on the 
occasion of the laying of the cornerstone of 
the State Capitol, he was selected as orator 
of the day among the many distinguished 
speakers of Ohio. Again in 1841 he was 
chosen to pronounce the eulogy on the life 
and services of General Harrison, the first 
President from Ohio. These efforts were of 
the highest order of oratory. 

Mr. Miller was twice married. His first 
wife was a Miss Christian, whose sister was 
the wife of former President John Tyler. 
His second wife was Mrs. Otis Crosby of this 
city. Of his numerous children, all save three 
died young. His daughter was the wife of 
Rev. Moses Hoge. John G. Miller was for 
several years mayor of Sandusky City, and 
'Charles, the youngest, who was an officer in 
the Federal army, was killed at Chattanooga. 


Mr. Miller was a gentleman of the old 
school. Gifted, well educated, generous, he 
stood far above that which was mean and 
sordid. He believed that honesty in politics 
was as necessary as honesty in matters of 
every day life. He was always poor for he 
had all kinds of talent except that which 
enables men to make money and keep it. He 
would share all that he had with anyone in 
distress, no matter what caused it. He died 
October 1, 1871. 

A TRIED PUBLIC SERVANT. 

Smithson E. Wright Served Two Terms 
as Mayor. 

Abraham I. McDowell, 1842. 

S. E. Wright, 1843-44. 

In the resolutions of respect and sympathy 
adopted by the Literary Club and the Society 
of Natural History are told the events of the 
life of Smithson E. Wright. It was a life 
devoted more to thought than to adventure. 
He was born in Belmont County, Ohio, on 
the 19th of January, 1807, and died at his 
home in Cincinnati on the 2d of March, 1881. 

When he was yet almost a boy he taught 
for a time in the country schools; at twenty- 
one he gave up teaching and moving to Co¬ 
lumbus became a printer. Before he was 
thirty years of age his industry and ability 
had made him one of the editors and part 
proprietor of the Columbus dailies. His 
paper was then one of the leading newspapers 
in the state. 

He was thoroughly worthy to discharge a 
public trust and in those days a public office 
was more often than now given unsought to 
men who were worthy. His integrity and 
administrative capacity were appreciated; the 
citizens of Columbus twice called upon him 
as mayor to direct their municipal affairs and 
afterward they made him for two terms their 
county auditor. He was treasurer of the Co¬ 
lumbus and Xenia Railroad Company until 
1857 when the Little Miami Railroad Com¬ 
pany requested him to become treasurer of 
that corporation. He accepted the trust and 
removed with his family from Columbus to 
Cincinnati, where for thirty-four years he 
was one of the best citizens in the highest 
sense. 

He was secretary of the Literary Club and 
by repeated re-election held the office for ten 
years. He not only held it but filled it leav¬ 
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and doing what he did thoroughly and admir¬ 
ably. His records are models of orderly 
chirography. He was always at his post to 
make his own minutes. Precision formed no 
small part of his character. A naturally 
methodical mind must have been strength¬ 
ened by his training as a printer and neat¬ 
ness in habits accorded with neatness in ex¬ 
pression. Yet his preciseness had nothing of 
the pettiness of many precise men. On all 
subjects his thoughts were clear. 

He adhered to no creed but tolerated all. 
Yet he was thoroughly independent, giving his 
opinion freely when it was asked frankly. In 
politics he was first a Whig, then an inde¬ 
pendent Republican. In religion his beliefs 
were those of a Unitarian, altho in the latter 
part of his life he belonged to no church. 
In his business relations he could be depended 
upon to the limit of his strength. His in¬ 
clinations led him apart from mere money 
making. 

A WILDERNESS 

Was Columbus When Mayor Alexander 

Patton Came to Town. 

1845-1847-49. Alexander Patton was born 
in Hanovertown, Beaver County, Penn., on 
the 27th of March, 1791, removed to Colum¬ 
bus, Ohio, July 17, 1813, and located in a log 
cabin on the east bank of the Scioto just 
south of where the penitentiary now stands. 
The city was at that time a wilderness. Mr. 
Patton and his brother Michael, were builders 
and contractors. They built the public offices 
for the state on High street north of the old 
State House and many other prominent build¬ 
ings of that time. Alexander Patton was at 
one time captain or chief of the volunteer 
fire department. He was elected justice of 
the peace for a number of terms. He was 
elected mayor in 1845 and served in that 
capacity for four years. He was succeeded 
by Lorenzo English, after which he quit pub- 
lice life and died in 1858. 

IN PUBLIC SERVICE 

For Many Years Was Augustus Decker, 
. An Old-Time Mayor. 

1846. August S. Decker was born in West 
Hanover, Dauphin County, Pennsylvania, 
July 20, 1813. At the age of thirteen he 
went to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, where he 
secured a place in a dry goods store. He 
remained there until 1834, when he came to 
Columbus, where he engaged in the mercan¬ 


tile business which he followed for many 
years. He held many positions of honor and 
trust while a resident of this city, was for 
twenty-five years Sunday-school superintend¬ 
ent in the Town street M. E. Church. In 
all these positions he sustained a high char¬ 
acter and was noted for his integrity and 
firmness. He gave a great deal of time and 
much of his means to advance the interests 
of the church. 

From his boyhood Mr. Decker was tempe¬ 
rate in all his habits. He was a man of 
great industry and energy, never counting any 
work beneath his fulfilling the duties of his 
station. 

He died May 7, 1872. 

AN ABLE LAWYER 

And a Man of Statesmanlike Qualities — 
An Old City Executive — Lorenzo 
English. 

1850-60. Lorenzo English, attorney-at-law, 
was born in Herkimer County, New York, 
May 22, 1819, upon his father’s farm where 
he remained until he was eighteen years of 
age, and received only the advantages of such 
an education as the public schools of his 
native county afforded. 

In 1837 his father and family removed by 
wagon, then the usual mode of traveling, of 
those seeking homes in the west, to Ohio and 
landed at Mt. Vernon, Knox County. In the 
fall of 1839 he entered Oberlin college as a 
student and was graduated with honors in 
August, 1843. 

He came to Columbus in the same year and 
commenced the study of law under Edwards 
Perripont, afterwards attorney general of the 
United States. Commencing his studies in 
1845, he was admitted to the bar in that year 
and commenced the practice of law in Colum¬ 
bus. 

Mr. English possessed much patience and 
integrity, was very conscientious as well as 
industrious and attained great popularity. His 
predestined career was a success from the be¬ 
ginning. 

In 1850 he was the choice of the old Whig 
party as their candidate for mayor of this 
city, and was elected over a Democratic nom¬ 
inee by a handsome majority; he was re-nom¬ 
inated in 1852 and the same results followed 
in 1853, 55, 57, 59, he was elected to fill that 
office, retiring therefrom in 1861 to give ex¬ 
clusive attention to his law practice. For 
eleven successive years his record as mayor 


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was without blemish and in point of time no 
person before or since has been able to equal 
his long occupancy of the office. 

Mr. English was afterward elected treas¬ 
urer of Franklin County tho practically the 
county was then overwhelmingly Democratic. 
He held many other positions of honor and 
trust besides those mentioned and always dis¬ 
charged the duties of all with singular fidelity. 

WRAY THOMAS, 

The War Mayor of Columbus—Something 
About His Public Career. 

1861-65. In speaking of Ex-Mayor Wray 
Thomas, I was told to go to Mayor Black, 
who said: “You go to Col. Sam Thompson 
and Col. Dan McAllister, both well known to 
all the older residents of the town and both 
with the history of the city at the end of 
their tongues. They can tell you all you wish 
to know.” 

Colonel Thompson’s home being somewhat 
nearer than that of the other gentleman, I 
called there and did not find it necessary to 
go elsewhere for the facts with regard to Mr. 
Thomas as Colonel Thompson had been mar¬ 
shal while the other was mayor, and knew 
him well. 

In the interview, Colonel Thompson said: 

“Wray Thomas? Of course I can tell you 
of him. He came here from Richmond, Vir¬ 
ginia. He was eduated at the University of 
Virginia, was graduated there, then studied 
law. While there he was a classmate of 
Edgar Allen Poe for whom he had a pro¬ 
found regard. I have often heard him speak 
of him in the warmest words of praise and 
admiration. Mr. Thomas was a Virginia 
gentleman of the old school. Do you know 
what that means? No, I don’t suppose you 
do; they don’t make any of that sort these 
days. With such it is honor above every¬ 
thing, and honor of the most delicate sort. 
In all my intercourse with him I never knew 
him to manifest in the slightest degree any 
of the little personal traits that will some¬ 
times crop out even in the best of men. If 
he ever had an emotion that was not highly 
noble and calculated to make better those 
with whom he came in contact, those who 
knew him well never observed it. He was a 
most superior man.” 

Saying this, Colonel Thompson paused for 
a moment as tho in tribute to the memory 
of the man of whom he spoke, then added: 
“He was a bachelor. I had been much im¬ 


pressed by Mr. Thomas’s many excellent 
qualities, but the manner in which his friend 
finished his eulogy of him was too much for 
gravity. It held the suggestion that Mr. 
Thomas might not have been so serene and 
lofty had he been married. 

Colonel Thompson noticed the meaning 
that had been conveyed and said: 

Nevertheless he had plenty of troubles. 
No one who has ever held the office of mayor 
could escape them. They were of that kind 
so harassing to anyone, but especially to a 
man with such delicate feelings as Mr. 
Thomas. For instance he would be called 
upon to settle some dispute between two 
women with regard as to where each one 
was permitted to throw dishwater or some¬ 
thing equally as trivial. He would always 
advise them not to enter into litigation and 
some way altho he was not supposed to know 
how to manage women he did it in the most 
admirable way. First he always listened to 
a grievance as tho it were important and in 
this there was no sham, for he knew how 
much the little things of life count when 
it comes to a general summing up, then he 
would be so gentle, so courteous, so sympa¬ 
thetic that the animosity was lessened and in 
many instances totally dissipated. 

Mr. Thomas was associated with Lyn Star¬ 
ling as legal adviser and confidential agent. 
He was elected mayor in 1861 and served four 
years. During the time of the Civil War the 
old time residents and best citizens stood by 
him regardless of politics. 

“He was a Democrat?” 

“Yes, indeed.” 

James G. Bull, 1866-68. 

GEORGE W. MEEKER, 

A Man of Rare Literary Attainments, Held 
the Reins in 1868-7. 

In 1835 George W., Meeker was born in 
Columbus on High Street opposite the pres¬ 
ent Court House. 

Mr. Meeker was educated in the public 
schools in this city and at Otterbein Univer¬ 
sity, Westerville. He was graduated from 
Bryant and Stratton’s business college, Buf¬ 
falo where he became proficient in mathematics 
and bookkeeping. He taught several terms 
of school and was elected a justice of the 
peace in Columbus, being re-elected several 
times during which period he was admitted 
to the bar. He was mayor of Columbus 70 


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to 72, defeating for that office the late Luther 
Donaldson. 

After the expiration of his term as mayor 
he removed to Nebraska City and became the 
leading spirit in numerous enterprises. He 
was promotor of the first gas works in that 
city, was park director and one of the pro¬ 
prietors of a daily newspaper and a large 
general store, also land commissioner of the 
Midland Pacific Railroad, and quite an exten¬ 
sive landowner. The distress following the 
panic of 78 and the grasshopper pest in later 
years resulted in great pecuniary loss. 

In 1876 Mr. Meeker returned to Columbus 
and was identified with the politics and jour¬ 
nalism of the city. He was an ardent lover 
of literature, an Omnivorous but thoughtful 
reader and a forceful writer of most attractive 
style. He was a contributor to many period¬ 
icals and works of biography. Mr. Meeker 
was a man of great individuality who re¬ 
sented familiarity or curiosity with regard to 
his private affairs, he was proud spirited and 
dignified and a master at repartee. 

In politics he was an unfaltering and un¬ 
compromising Democrat and was for a period 
covering nearly thirty years connected with 
the county or state committees of his party. 
As mayor of Columbus he laid the corner 
stone of the present State Hospital for the 
Insane. 

Mr. Meeker died in July, 1890. Two sons, 
G. W. Meeker and Claude Meeker survive 
him. Both of these are well and favorably 
known, especially the latter, who was private 
secretary to Governor Campbell and after¬ 
ward United States Consul to Bradford, Eng¬ 
land. 

DURING THE STRIKES 

Way Back in the Seventies Mayor Heit- 

man Ruled Things With a Firm Hand. 

James G. Bull, 1871 - 74 . 

1875-78. John H. Heitman was born in 
Hanover, Germany, in 1841, and came to this 
country in 1865. He located in Cincinnati 
where he secured a place as teacher of Ger¬ 
man in the public schools. His worth was 
appreciated and he soon became principal of 
all the German schools of that city. He filled 
this place for two years when he came to 
Columbus where he lived until the time of 
his death which occurred March 26, 1894. 
Mr. Heitman was principal of the German 
schools here for four years. Soon after the 
war he made a visit to the home of his birth¬ 


place, and upon his return studied law with 
Colonel J. T. Holmes and was admitted to 
the practice in 1870. With Hon. George L. 
Converse as his collegue he served in the 
Sixty-first General Assembly in 1874-76. In 
this last year he was elected mayor of the 
city, serving two terms. 

During Mr. Heitman’s administration as 
mayor, the city passed safely through its most 
exciting experiences in the line of violation 
of law by force. This was during a great 
strike by some of the railway employees. The 
strikers limited their operations to plans to 
prevent the running of trains, but another 
element, disorderly, disreputable and danger¬ 
ous, brought about riotous acts which were 
condemned by the railway men. 

The rioters did not stay near the railroads, 
but went to some of the manufacturing estab¬ 
lishment and ordered men to stop work who 
had not thought of being dissatisfied. In 
making these expeditions, the strikers went 
through the streets in moblike form. At this 
juncture, Mayor Heitman, as head of police, 
made efforts to bring them within the pale of 
the law. A few of the leaders were arrested. 
In a few days others had disappeared and the 
railway company’s employees made arrange¬ 
ments to go back to work and the great 
strike and the riots in which the strikers took 
no part ended. 

The firmness of the mayor as executive 
officer had much to do with preserving the 
public safety. Had he been disposed to treat 
this grave disorder lightly, the result might 
have been most serious, as sufficient law¬ 
breakers with anarchistic tendencies were 
among the leaders of the riot. In this trouble 
Mr. Heitman gave an object lesson of faith¬ 
fulness to law, to order and to the first great 
principles of civilization. 

His widow and a son aged thirteen, reside 
on East Rich Street. 

RARE ABILITIES 

Had Gilbert G. Collins, Former Mayor. 

Gilbert G. Collins was born in Essex 
County, N. J., in 1830. In 1839 his parents 
immigrated to this state and located near New 
Albany. His father was a successful edu¬ 
cator. 

At an early age Gilbert became a diligent 
and earnest student, and after the decease of 
his parents he took up the work in which his 
father’s life had been spent. From 1854 to 


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1859 he was engaged in teaching and prepar¬ 
ing himself to enter upon the study of law. 

In 1859 he began to study with Messrs. 
Dennison and Carrington of this city, but be¬ 
fore he had completed the reading course, 
Mr. Dennison was elected Governor of Ohio, 
and Mr. Carrington was appointed Adjutant 
General of the State. 

Mr. Collins accepted a clerkship in the Ad¬ 
jutant General’s office and served in this 
■capacity during the early part of the Rebellion. 
In 1861 he was admitted to practice in the 
state courts and a short time thereafter in the 
United States courts. 

In 1862 Mr. Collins began practice in the 
same office with former Governor Dennison, 
who was soon appointed postmaster general 
in President Lincoln’s cabinet. 

The extensive law business of the firm then 
passed into the hands of Mr. Collins, who 
exhibited marked ability in handling it. 

In 1873 Mr. Collins served a term as city 
solicitor and distinguished himself by adher¬ 
ing to a policy of retrenchment and economy 
in city affairs. In 1879 he was elected maqor. 
He reformed the systems of the city so as 
to make them compare favorably in regula¬ 
tions and decorum with the higher courts of 
the state. 

Mr. Collins was prominent in real estate 
affairs, and in connection with Messrs. George 
J. Atkinson, Joseph Guitner and Augustine 
Converse, bought a considerable portion of 
the north end of Columbus. 

He died in 1885. His widow resides on 
East Broad street and two of his sons are 
residents of Columbus. One a banker and 
one a business man. He also has a son who 
is an electrician and lives in Boston. 

“My father’s people were Old Virginians, 
descended from Scotch Irish ancestors. My 
mother’s people were Marylanders descended 
from German stock. 

FORMER MAYOR PETERS 

Writes Modestly of His Career — Some¬ 
thing About the Life of the Lawyer 
Mayor. 

1881-82. In replying to repeated requests 
made by the publishers of biographies of well 
known men, Mr. Geo. S. Peters wrote a 
letter which is given here because it not only 
furnishes the sketch desired, but in its purity 
of diction, simplicity of style and modesty in 
speaking of his own achievements, it is indi¬ 
cative of the general character of the man. 


After the introductory clause Mr. Peters 
wrote: 

“You must excuse me from preparing such 
a sketch as you desire, but on receipt of your 
second communication I have concluded to 
furnish the material from which one may be 
prepared if you see proper to do so. 

“My life thus far has not been a very event¬ 
ful one and I very much doubt if the public 
will feel any great interest in it. However, 
here are the material facts. 

“I was born on a farm in Pickaway County, 
Ohio, October 11, 1846, and worked there 
until I was twenty-five years of age. I was 
educated in the common district schools of 
that county and taught district school during 
the wunter season from the time I was twenty 
years old until I was twenty-five. I then, in 
the Spring of 1872, began the study of law 
with Hon. C. N. Olds, of Columbus, Ohio, 
and was admitted to the bar by the Supreme 
Court the last of December; 1873. I began 
the active practice of my profession in 1875 
and continued to practice law until 1881 when 
I was elected mayor of Columbus and served 
in that capacity for a period of two years. 
In 1883 I resumed the practice of law and 
have been engaged therein in this city ever 
since, with the exception of about twenty- 
seven months when I lived in bait Lake City, 
and filled the office of United States attorney 
and attorney general for that territory under 
an appointment from President Cleveland. 

“During my term of office as United States 
attorney for Utah it became my duty to en¬ 
force the laws enacted by Congress against 
the crimes of polygamy and unlawful co¬ 
habitation. In the discharge of these duties 
I succeeded in convicting over six hundred 
members of the Mormon church and success¬ 
fully prosecuted a suit against that church 
for the annulment of its charter and its dis- 
incorporation which resulted in the appoint¬ 
ment of a receiver of the church and the 
gathering together of more than a million 
dollars worth of property. This litigation re¬ 
sulted in the practical abandonment of the 
Mormon church of the doctrine of polygamy 
in that state ”. 

A WARRIOR BOLD. 

Something About the Kind-hearted and In¬ 
trepid General Charles C. Walcutt 
— His Services. 

1883-88. Major General Charles Carroll 
Walcutt was born in Columbus, Ohio, Febru- 


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ary 12, 1828. His parents settled here in 1815, 
coming from Loudon County, Virginia. 

General Walcutt came of a race of warriors. 
His grandfather was a soldier in the Revolu¬ 
tion and his father was a soldier in the War 
of 1812. His maternal grandmother was a 
first cousin of David Crockett. Mariel Wal¬ 
cutt was the mother of eleven children; 
Charles was the youngest of these. The 
eldest, William, was a sculptor and made the 
Perry monument at Cleveland, Ohio. John, 
the third son, was in the United States Navy 
and was at the siege of Buena Vista in the 
Mexican War. General Walcutt was educated 
in the public schools of Columbus and at the 
Kentucky Military Institute near Frankfort, 
Ky., where he was graduated June, 1858. He 
then became a civil engineer and was elected 
county surveyor of Franklin County in 1860. 

In the first call for troops in 1861, he 
raised a company. His military career was 
so varied and eventful that an adequate sketch 
of it cannot be given in the bounds of this 
article, but it is sufficient to say that his 
serivce most of the time was with and under 
Sherman. 

General Walcutt was an active Republican 
and influential in the councils of his party. 
He served on the state executive committee 
from 1869 to 1872. In the second Grant 
campaign he was made chairman of the com¬ 
mittee and contributed to the election of his 
personal friend, General Grant. 

General Walcutt was devoted to the ad¬ 
vancement of humanity. In 1873 he was 
elected member of the Board of Education 
of Columbus, serving twenty-one consecutive 
years. 

During all this time he devoted himself to 
building up and making efficient the public 
schools, and to General Walcutt they owe 
much of their present high standing. The 
Public School Library was built during this 
time. The success of the library is largely 
due to his energy and enthusiasm. 

In 1883 he was elected mayor of Columbus, 
serving two terms, retiring in 1887. He 
was a member and president of the Franklin 
County Agricultural Society for many years. 
It was through his efforts that Franklin Park 
was converted into a public park. 

General Walcutt died at Omaha from the 
effects following the amputation of a leg. 
His sister, Mrs. P. A. Mills, lives in Omaha. 
The other sister is Mrs. Virginia Gay of 


Columbus. His children are J. Macey, Dr. 
Sherman and Lieutenant C. C. Walcutt,. 
quartermaster in the Eighth Cavalry. Gen¬ 
eral Walcutt was married in 1860 to Miss 
Phoebe Neill, daughter of a captain in the 
British Army. 

General Walcutt’s death which occurred 
May 2, 1898, was followed by an editorial in 
one of the dailies that fittingly describes his 
character and the esteem in which he was 
held. 

It was such a tribute to him that it is 
reproduced: 

“Not since the death of Allen G. Thurman 
has the death of any citizen of Columbus 
caused such universal regret and sorrow as 
that of General C. C. Walcutt, which occurred 
at Omaha, Nebraska. 

The resolute and grizzled soldier who has 
stood in the van of battle unterrified while 
storms of cannon and musketry roared about 
him, who had gathered strength and renewed 
valor where others had failed, and who has 
met undaunted every visible foe, has at last 
been conquered by that unseen enemy that 
hides among the shadows at noonday. 

General Walcutt was a born soldier and 
tho but 27 years of age at the close of the 
war, he wore the uniform of a brigadier gen¬ 
eral. Younger by a score of years than 
Grant, Sherman or Sheridan, he was the 
friend and companion of all of them in the 
War of the Rebellion. They loved and rev¬ 
ered him because like themselves, nature had 
designed him for a soldier. No young general 
in the war outranked him either in battle or 
strategy, and the history of that memorable 
strife has enshrined him among the few whose 
names stand out in fadeless spendor. 

But General Walcutt was not only brave 
and fearless on the battle field, he was a cotn- 
panion in the camp and had the esteem and 
affectionate regard of every soldier in his 
command. He was a Social Democrat and 
recognized no aristocracy aside from merit. 
Altho one of the most distinguished officers 
of the greatest war of all times, he lived 
without pretense among his neighbors, the 
greatest friend of him who needed his friend¬ 
ship most. 

He filled many positions in public life and 
in each of them so as to merit the approval 
of all. He retired to private life a few years- 
ago. 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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PHILIP H. BRUCK, 

One of the Most Progressive Business 
Men, a Former Mayor of th City. 

Hon. Philip H. Bruck was born in this 
city January 6, 1845. His parents were 
natives of Bavaria, German, who came to this 
country in their youth and in 1842 were 
married in Columbus. His grandfather was 
a saddler, his father was a cabinet maker who 
came to New York in 1833 and to Columbus 
in 1837. In 1842 he was elected justice of 
the peace and enjoyed the distinction of being 
the first Democratic official of the city. 

Mr. Philip Bruck received his education in 
the public schools of Columbus and was grad¬ 
uated from them in the class of ’61. 

He prepared himself to enter the business 
of druggist and opened a store which he con¬ 
ducted alone up to 1866. He then formed a 
partnership with H. Braun, the firm being 
Braun and Bruck. This partnership was 
maintained until 1887 when Mr. Bruck re¬ 
tired to take up the duties of mayor of Co¬ 
lumbus. 

His military record consists in his serving 
as a hundred day man in the One Hundred 
and Thirty-third O. N. G. commanded by 
Colonel Innis, following the fortunes of that 
regiment in its marches and skirmishes during 
the whole of his enlistment. 

Mr. Bruck was a member of the Board of 
Education from 1880 to 1882. 

Governor Hoadley appointed him a member 
of the State Board of Pharmacy of Ohio, 
and he was made secretary of that board. 

In 1886 he was made a member of the 
Police Commission of Columbus. 

In 1887 he was nominated by his party for 
mayor and elected over Judge David F. Pugh, 
the Republican nominee. 

Mr. Bruck was renominated in 1889 and 
was elected over former mayor General Chas. 
C. Walcutt. 

In the discharge of the important duties of 
his office Mr. Bruck was noted for his great 
executive ability, his excellent judgment in 
the control of affairs coming under his prov¬ 
ince and his earnest efforts towards reform. 

Mr. Bruck was elected a member of the 
legislature in 1892 and served two years. 

Mr. Bruck’s disposition is frank and open, 
marked by great independence and firmness. 
He is identified with most of the German 
societies of Columbus, especially those per¬ 
taining to music, and is himself a fine musi¬ 
cian. He was chosen director of the first 


Saengerfest of the Central Ohio Saengerbund, 
fulfilling the duties successfully and satisfac¬ 
torily. He is a member of the Columbus 
Maennerchor, the Humboldt Verein and is a 
Mason of high degree. He stands high in the 
business circles of Columbus, is a director of 
the Board of Trade and is a member and 
director of the Columbus Machine Company. 
He is also a member and active supporter of 
the Independent Protestant Church and has 
always been a consistent Democrat. He was 
married in 1869 to Miss Mary Lenox of Co¬ 
lumbus. 

MAGNETIC GEORGE KARB, 

One of the Most Popular of the Long Line 
of City Executives. 

Mr. George Karb who is about forty years 
of age was born in Columbus and received 
his education in the public schools of this 
city. He also took a course at E. K. Bry¬ 
ant’s business college. At the age of 17 he 
entered the drug store of Mr. Frederick 
Schwartz as clerk. He continued there ten 
years saving in that time sufficient to start 
in business for himself which he did by estab¬ 
lishing a store at the corner of Main and 
Fourth streets. 

Mr. Karb is a director of the Ohio savings 
and Loan Association, a stockholder in the 
Ohio Savings Bank and belotigs to various 
leading societies, in all of which he is most 
popular. He is interested in all that pertains 
to the welfare of the city and of course gives 
much attention to the deliberations of the 
Board of Trade, of which he is a member. 

In the political field Mr. Karb has been 
elected to many offices, defeating his oppon¬ 
ents by large majorities. He served the city 
as councilman and police commissioner, acting 
so well in the discharge of his duties that he 
was nominated and elected to the office of 
mayor in 1891 and was re-elected in 1893. He 
was very popular during his administration 
and his appointments were usually satisfac¬ 
tory, during his administration many needed 
municipal improvements were effected, prin¬ 
cipally the electric street railways, the inter¬ 
secting sewer, the viaduct and the work-house 
which was created by an act of the legislature. 

The visit and entertainment of the Duke 
of Veragua which is remembered as an im¬ 
portant event in the history of the city 
occurred while Mr. Karb was mayor. Under 
his supervision the treatment accorded the 
distinguished guest was such that the city be- 


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came known the world over for its hospitality, i 
Mr. Karb by his energy and enterprise has 
won the place which he now occupies in the 
estimation of the people. He is one of Am¬ 
erica’s self made men and while he is proud 
of his city the city is proud of him. Added 
to his sterling qualities of integrity and ability 
he has a genial, magnetic manner that makes 
of his acquaintances steadfast friends. 

About fourteen years ago Mr. Karb was 
married to Miss Kate Van Dine, a niece of 
the well known Dr. Selzer. They live at the 
Great Southern. 

WON BY INDUSTRY. 

How Former Mayor Cotton H. Allen 
Reached the High Place He Now 
Holds. 

1895. Cotton H. Allen was born in Auburn, 
N- Y. about fifty-three years ago. He is of 
old New England stock. When an infant, 
his father with his family came to Columbus 
and remained here until the boy Cotton was 
ten years of age, then returned to the East. 
There within one year the father and mother 
died. "While the family lived here Mr. Allen 
attended the public schools, and while not 
distinguished for brilliancy he was very in¬ 
dustrious. He early learned to believe that 
“Pleasure blossoms on the tree of Labor” and 
be would do any kind of work that his needs 
demanded. Such has been the controlling 
principle of his life. After the death of his 
parents he became an indentured apprentice 
in a cotton mill. 

When some time ago I asked Mr. Allen 
how he earned his first dollar and was told 
that it was earned working in a cotton mill, 

I thought that he had acquired the name 
that is so well known from that first work, 
but this was not the case. 

Mr. Allen was given his board and clothes 
and fifty cents in money per month. His 
hours were from seven in the morning until 
five in the evening. He worked in the cotton 
mill four years always studying the best in¬ 
terests of his employer. In that time he won 
such confidence that he was advanced to one 
of the most important positions as at the 
close of his apprenticeship he was acting as 
first assistant to the superintendent of the 
factory. 

He attracted the attention of his uncle, 
Peter Hayden, who at that time was conduct¬ 
ing a large saddlery and hardware business 
in New York. He gave his nephew a posi¬ 
tion of trust in the New York house. 


At the beginning of the Civil War Mr. 
Allen was a member of the Seventy-first 
Regiment, New York State militia and was 
anxious to go to the front. But this was not 
to be, he was needed in a quieter but no less 
effective field, as some must work before 
others can fight. Mr. Allen when told that 
the government was practically without equip¬ 
ment for cavalry and artillery and that an 
urgent demand had been made upon the house 
of Peter Hayden to furnish these supplies and 
that his services were indispensable in the 
management of the business at this critical 
time he with the unostentation that is so 
characteristic of him, put aside his own am¬ 
bitions and hurried forward the work. It is 
doubtful if one but a boy, eager to take part 
in the greatest military drama of the age 
could appreciate the sacrifice made by the lad 
who, in order that the cavalry of the United 
States might be better equipped for military 
•service relinquished his own dreams and re¬ 
mained quietly in the background despite boy¬ 
ish enthusiasm. It was one of those quiet 
victories over self that develop character. 

After the war Mr. Allen had charge of Mr. 
Hayden’s business in the branch houses which 
were established in San Francisco, Chicago, 
St. Louis, Detroit and other points and he 
was kept busy attending to work which in¬ 
volved many millions of dollars each year. 

Mr. Hayden died about twelve years ago 
and it was learned that Mr. Allen had been 
made one of his executors. He still superin¬ 
tends the interests of the estate. 

In 1861 Mr. Allen was married. Two chil¬ 
dren were born and died in infancy. His 
wife died in 1887 leaving a daughter by her 
former husband, Mrs. Schumacher of San 
Francisco, California, upon whom Air. Allen 
lavishes his care and affection. Nine years 
ago Mr. Allen decided to make Columbus his 
permanent home and since that time has been 
one of the leading factors in the advancement 
of the city. 

In commercial life Mr. Allen is known 
throughout the United States, and wherever 
known he is recognized as a man of exalted 
and uncomp rosing integrity. In his social 
and business life here in Columbus he 
has demonstrated how great a thing it is to 
be an honest man. Mr. Allen does not im¬ 
press one as a man who could ever distin¬ 
guish himself by subtle diplomacy, but before 
his sincerity shams would shrink abashed and 
friend or foe would never hesitate to trust 
him, knowing that under all circumstances 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


Ill 


he would be true to any confidence reposed 
in him. Mankind is made better by knowing 
that here and there such men still live. Men 
with warm hearts, open hands and as is well 
known of him, a purse that is nearly always 
in the same condition for his generosity is 
almost without a parallel when compared to 
his income. 

Mr. Allen has never sought any political 
preferment but has rather avoided it. How¬ 
ever, in 1895 he was elected mayor of Colum¬ 
bus and filled that office with the same fidelity 
and honesty of purpose that he has shown in 
all other work to which he has devoted him¬ 
self. 

THE PRESENT INCUMBENT, 
SAMUEL L. BLACK. 

Samuel L. Black was born in Kimbolton, 
Guernsey County, Ohio, December 22, 1859, 


moved to Cambridge with his parents when 
he was ten years old. He attended the Union 
schools of Cambridge and was graduated from 
there in 1878. While he was attending school 
lie served an apprenticeship of four years at 
the jeweler’s trade. When he was twenty he 
went to Delaware, Ohio, to attend the O. W. 
U. and was graduated from there in 1883. He 
came to Columbus a year later to study law 
with Powell and Ricketts. He was admitted 
to the bar by the Supreme Court in 1886. 
He became a member of the firm of Powell, 
Ricketts and Black in 1888 and afterwards 
was a member of the firm of Powell, Owen, 
Ricketts and Black. 

Mayor Black’s first experience in politics 
was as a candidate for Probate Judge in the 
fall of ’96 when he was defeated. He was 
elected mayor in April, 1897. 



A PRELATES HOME LIFE 


As all heights are lonely those who occupy 
high positions must to a certain extent live 
in solitude. But whenever the ills of life 


the intellect alone; if they would fain approach 
nearer, heart force has been felt. 

The general expressions of affection and 



RT. REV. JOHN AMBROSE WATTERSON. 
Bishop of the Diocese of Columbus. 


overtake one such, the real estimation in 
which he is held is measured by the attitude 
of the people toward him. If they draw 
aloof, his supremacy has been maintained by 


esteem which the recent illness of Bishop 
Watterson has called forth show how great 
a hold he has upon all classes irrespective of 
religious divisions. 


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As the divine, the scholar, the philosopher, 
the philanthropist and in all the phases of 
life where the searchlight of public opinion 
can be turned upon him Bishop Watterson is 
well known, but as the man within his own 
doors he has not been revealed. 

It has been my good fortune to be a fre¬ 
quent visitor at his home, first in a profes¬ 
sional way, then as to the place where dwells 
a friend. Although fully aware that person¬ 
alities are distasteful to him, I venture to 
give some facts connected with his daily life, 
believing that they may prove to others, as 
to me, a source of help in many ways. 

The moment that the threshold of the 
bishop’s door is passed one seems to have 
stepped into a larger life; and they to whom 
a palace or a cabin are alike because sur¬ 
roundings are idealized and are as the imag¬ 
ination pictures them, as well as those who 
have grown so cold and callous as to think 
they have exhausted every emotion, might if 
they entered the reception room at Bishop 
Watterson’s, be given a new experience — an 
experience that would be to one the realiza¬ 
tion of a dream to the other something greater 
than had been sought. But this does riot 
imply that any splendor meets the eye; for 
while it is doubtful if there is a home in the 
city where greater delicacy and harmony of 
color and arrangement prevail the general 
tone is so subdued that at first glance the 
room seems plain almost to severity. The 
perfect order bespeaks a careful eye yet lacks 
the little touches of feminine grace that only 
a woman would give. Yet after all the glory 
of the room, that which transfigures it and 
dwarfs all richness of surroundings — is a 
woman’s face; a pictured face 'tis true and 
there are many other pictures there, but none 
like this; for from the canvas, throbbing with 
the painter’s art looks out the sweet and 
tender face of Mary — Mother of Jesus. A 
Guido Renzi as I afterward learned with a 
history that held the pathos of a life that 
knew the bitterness of hope deferred through 
every hour until the night had fallen. 

Upon the occasion of my first visit my 
attention was so riveted by this painting that 
I was oblivious to all else until the bishop 
entered. He had just returned from the 
cathedral and still wore the long, black robe 
that adds to his imposing stature. The sensa¬ 
tion that his presence produced may better 
present him. First came that feeling of awe 
which comes when one stands in the presence 
of the great — great not in rank, but in reality. 

8 y. & Y. F. 


For, were Bishop Watterson to step unknown 
and stand alone in any assembly he would 
still impress beholders with the thought that 
he was one born to command through the 
supremacy of intellect and soul. 

But the first glance of awe gave place to' 
swift confidence, as he advanced with out¬ 
stretched hand to greet me and the smile • 
and hand clasp that followed were such a&. 
would reassure the most timid. 

Noticing that his carriage was in waiting," 

I told him that the interview would do later 
and I would not detain him. 

“The carriage could be sent back to the 
stables,” was * the courteous reply, “were it 
not important that I should make a call that 
should not be deferred. But if you will ex¬ 
cuse me today and come to-morrow, I shall 
appreciate it, as I wish to go at once to see 
some children who have lost their mother;, 
lost her in the worst way, too; for she hass 
run away and left them.” 

The mother had deserted her children! 
The bishop was solicitous about their welfare. 
When mother love failed, pity called him to 
the rescue. What better key to his nature 
could be given than the citation of this inci¬ 
dent. 

Thus he went on his way to comfort little 
children, while the columns of the paper were 
silent as to his thoughts upon one of the 
great questions of the day, regarding which 
it was my purpose to interview him. Especi¬ 
ally anxious to have his views, I was much 
disappointed but it did not occur to me that 
the bishop would in busy life give a thought to 
my feeling in the matter. Yet weeks later he 
spoke of it in a way that proved he could 
place himself in the attitude of another and 
understand just how difficult it is for some 
to accept the inevitable. 

When the bishop, as he sometimes does, 
leads the way to his study where his secre¬ 
tary is usually found; and there lighting a 
cigar, seats himself in the leather chair 
which he occupies when in that room, one 1 
hears that which exceeds expectation; for" 
however he may charm when addressing an 
audience in public he is never heard to so 
great an advantage as when as host he is 
entertaining with conversation interspersed 
with delightful stories and anecdotes. 

These talks are something to be remem¬ 
bered for through them crept little incidents 
that had come under his personal observation/ 
in his intercourse' with people,. also sugges- 


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tions and thoughts from his reading clothed 
in such form as to instruct and entertain. 

Books of history, biography, sociology, 
economics and travel, scientific treatises, 
works on the fine arts, scripture, theology, 
dogmatic and moral; law, ecclesiastical and 
civil; philosophy, metaphysical and ethical; 
books of religious instruction and devotion, 
poetry and romance, reviews of various sorts 
and popular magazines form part of his read¬ 
ing. While I knew it embraced such a range, 
it did not prevent my being surprised when 
one day he remarked that he quite often read 
“The Arizona Kicker” or “The Squan Creek 
Club.” 

When asked how he could read such 
things he replied: 

“I read them as a sort of psychological 
study. It is interesting to me to try to im¬ 
agine what sort of men write such things 
week after week. They must have curious 
brains. They would be worth studying.” 

. From this the talk drifted to writers, and 
the bishop said in a musing way: 

“It has always seemed strange to me how 
a writer can write against his convictions. I 
knew an editor once who worked on a Re¬ 
publican paper, yet who was at heart a Demo¬ 
crat. But of all the scathing, venomous edi¬ 
torials I ever read those that he fired at his 
,own party were the worst. I used to wonder 
.if he didn’t walk the floor and galvanise him¬ 
self into a sort of electric fury before he could 
write as he did. I notice that the French 
.officer who committed suicide because of his 
connection with the Dreyfus affair (this talk 
took place when the interest in that case was 
at its height) made the statement that the 
soldier’s honor as well as his sword belonged 
to the country he served. Writers must have 
some such notion about their work. How is 
it? Are they controlled by the thought that 
a writer’s conscience as well as his pen be¬ 
longs to the paper in which he is employed? 

“My experience had been so limited that 
it was’nt worth while to say how flexible my 
• conscience might or might not be, and I 

could not answer for the craft, but at this 

juncture the secretary came in to arrange for 
a wedding that was to take place so the 

subject was dropped and was not mentioned 
again until after I had seen and talked with 
the bishop a number of times. Then by some 
law of contiguity or association, what had 

been interrupted through preparation for a 
wedding was resumed through a discussion 
(Of the marriage question. 


Forgetful of the fact that I was speaking 
with one who would hold marriage sacred, 
under all conditions, I made some remark 
that caused the bishop to exclaim: 

“My child, where did you get such ideas?” 

“I think I always had them.” 

“Oh, no you hadn’t. What have you been 
reading of late?” 

“I haven’t read anything for years.” 

“Formerly then?” 

“Whatever suited my fancy.” 

“Did the so-called realistic novelists suit 
your fancy?” 

“Undoubtedly they did at times for there 
was no discrimination against authors who are 
considered artists.” 

“Just as I thought. When we get at the 
root of things we can better understand how 
such ideas are acquired. These artists, for 
such they are, exert themselves to tear down 
the marriage institution, but it is done in such 
a subtle manner that readers begin to adopt 
their teachings almost unconsciously. Such 
sentiments as you advanced are specious and 
may sound attractive to many people now-a- 
days, but can’t you see what the result would 
be if. they were to become general and be 
reduced to practice?” 

“Oh, I didn’t mean that they could be 
adopted.” 

“Then what is the use of cherishing ideas 
that you admit are impracticable?” 

“Because there are many things in life that 
do not necessarily have to be reduced to prac¬ 
tice to bring some measure of happiness. 
Thought is sufficient for them.” 

“I see. Realism idealized. You accept and 
defend the shadow while if brought face to 
face with the substance you would shrink 
from it. 1 hat is the power of these writers. 
Their art consists in making their readers 
see things in quite a different light from 
what the mere recital of the real would war¬ 
rant. Their influence is great and is felt 
everywhere. A short time ago I went to 
spend an evening with some friends. In the 
social circle was a young lady who had been 
given all the advantages of culture. She had 
traveled much, possessed a brilliant mind and 
her reading was very varied, but I was as¬ 
tonished at some of the ideas she entertained, 
for like that which you present, they were 
heathenish (this with a smile that robbed 
the words of anything that might have 
offended), but I learned that these realistic 
novelists were the source from which she 
derived them, for during the evening she 


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mentioned one of Zola’s novels, in which he 
described the administration of extreme unc¬ 
tion to a dying nun. As none of the family 
or her friends were Catholics, none knew 
whether this description was real or not, so 
she wished my opinion. The book was 
brought and after reading the part mentioned, 
I could but admit that it was perfectly real¬ 
istic, so far as the facts were concerned, but 
he had in an almost indefinable manner con¬ 
trived to throw into it something that made 
it appear entirely different from what it really 
is. One versed in the matter would easily 
recognize the difference, but it would leave 
those who are ignorant of the subject with 
false notions.” 

“Zola, like all writers of his class had in 
this as in other cases told facts in such a 
manner that they produced wrong impres¬ 
sions. He allowed his subjective prejudices 
to enter into the narration. This is why he 
is so dangerous to those who cannot weigh 
his statements properly. The great antidote 
to poisonous literature is not only a correct 
knowledge of the subjects treated, but of the 
principles of moral philosophy. By the way 
this is a study that is especially needed by 
newspaper people and other writers of the 
day.” 

“Do you mean that they are especially 
lacking in the ethical sense?” 

“No, they may have ethical sense enough, 
but many of them are woefully lacking in a 
knowledge of ethical principles and of their 
application to the varied relations of life and 
the questions of the present day. And they 
should have this knowledge because of the 
great power they have in helping to mold the 
opinions of others.” 

“Stepping to the booklined walls he pointed 
to several shelves that were above us, then 
continued, “If your eyes are good as mine 
are not, read the titles of those books. Row 
upon row of volumes bearing the names of 
Darwin, Huxley, Tyndall, Spencer and other 
writers of that class met the glance. The sub¬ 
jects treated were mentioned. 

“Now,” said the bishop, “not one of those 
books is safe to read unless one has a clear 
and correct idea of moral philosophy before 
the reading of them.” 

I have been asked if Bishop Watterson did 
not try to convert me to the Catholic faith, 
my answer which is as true now as then, was 
that if there were any possibility of influencing 
toward the adoption of the faith of which he 
is a living exponent it would not be neces¬ 


sary for him to talk of religion. His daily 
life is a sermon far stronger than he could 
utter and never have I spent an hour beneath 
his roof without recalling the words: 

“Then he showed us a mansion unfinished, 
With our names on the topmost stone. 

And he said, “It doth wait till your souls 

are full grown, 

Ye reap not until ye have sown.” 

During the bishop’s illness from which he 
is just now convalescent, his self-forgetful¬ 
ness was as great as when he was in his usual 
health. When he was first permitted to leave 
his room I called and found him suffering 
so that at first he could not speak without 
very great effort, but he soon regained some 
mastery of his voice and talked an hour or 
so about some business projects in which a 
number of people were interested. He has 
studied each phase of every question pre¬ 
sented to him in so minute and searching 
a manner that he has no trouble in going 
to the depths of all practical details. This 
training together with the fact that he is 
naturally most accurate in all matters where 
common sense is chief factor, enabled him to 
grasp the situation as completely as if he had 
made of it a lifelong study. So complete 
was the triumph of the mental over the phy¬ 
sical that I could scarcely conceive that it 
was a sick man talking. From business he 
drifted into other channels and talked more 
brilliantly than usual. All this despite the 
fact that added to bodily suffering, that ter¬ 
rible foe, insomnia, had held him in its 
clutches for weeks and only through the 
most persistent efforts of his physician had 
he been enabled to sleep even for the shortest 
interval of time. 

Bishop Watterson does not play cards or 
billiards or chess, although 25 or 30 years 
ago he was considered a good chess player. 
He takes no diversion in indoor games of 
any kind, and until his sight began to trouble 
him usually spent his leisure time in reading, 
but now occasionally calls Upon some of his 
neighbors .in a social way. He is very simple 
in his tastes and the meals served at his table 
might well be considered as following the 
rules given by Pope Leo XIII in his epistle to 
Fabricus Rufus. His hospitality is of that 
charming nature where there are never any 
extensive preparations made for the enter¬ 
tainment of guests, but there is always a place 


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for anyone who chances to be there at meal 
time. 

Bishop Watterson is intensely fond of 
music and the drama, but the drama of life 
that surges up around him daily leaves him 
no time for theaters or operas. Tragedy and 
comedy as represented by the lives of the 
people passing before him, engage his atten¬ 
tion. Funerals, weddings and various kinds 
of business make great demands upon his 
time and there are visitors and callers at all 
hours of the day. Now it is some high digni¬ 
tary of the church, then will come one whose 
garb proclaims recent bereavement, and this 
one may be followed by another whose gar¬ 
ments are most gay, but whose heart has 
greater need of comfort than the other. Then 
again Sisters of Charity, with their placid 
faces and distinctive dress, are often there to 
consult him. 

Mrs. Browning tells us that “the gods look 
downward,” and it seems that those who 
dwell on spiritual heights must needs do like¬ 
wise if they would rightly understand the fail¬ 
ings and the faults of fellow creatures. But 
Bishop Watterson comes down to the sunny 
fields where childhood sports, as is fully evi¬ 
denced by his care and love for his little 
nephews who are at present away at school, 
or glances from these with sympathetic in¬ 
terest down Lover’s Lane, where youths and 
maidens are always to be seen, or turns from 
these to counsel or console some stricken 
wretch who, crouching in the darkness of 
despair, thinks perhaps that on all the earth 
there is not one who will befriend. With this 
class the bishop has great influence, for they 
instinctively recognize that he will not judge 
so much from their actions as from the under¬ 
currents that influenced these. He has the 
large-hearted tolerance that does not expect 
more than is reasonable from human nature 
under conditions that tend to overthrow the 
better impulses, and in all his dealings with 
men he seems to remember that “What’s 
done we partly may compute, but know not 
what resisted.” - 

The impression left by my last call there 
is still very vivid. The time passed rapidly, 
as it always does, in that study surrounded 
by pictures that are copies of the world’s 
materpieces and in reading aloud rare books 
whose meaning the bishop interprets. 

When twilight fell, something being wrong 
with the gas, waxen tapers were brought and 


their mellow light added to the attractiveness 
of the room. As they were being lighted 
the bishop remarked: 

“We can now look at the gas charfdelier 
by the light of other days.” 

After this I was deeply engrossed in the 
reading, when clear and sweet the chimes of 
a bell rang out sounding so close that I in¬ 
voluntarily exclaimed: 

“What’s that?” 

“The Angelus,” replied the bishop, then 
crossing the room he faced a figure repre¬ 
senting the crucifixion. There, with bowed 
hegd and hand upraised he stood some mo¬ 
ments in silent prayer, while the tones of 
the bell seemed to grow sweeter and sweeter, 
then died into silence. Motionless still stood 
the commanding form. Solemnity enveloped 
all the room. 

Then the lights, the warmth and all the 
beautiful surroundings vanished and in their 
place I saw beneath a dull, cold, sweep of 
sky, a stretch of slack-strewn earth. In the 
foreground of this memory picture stood a 
man with stooped shoulders, grimy face and 
clothes, holding in one hand a dinner pail, in 
the other a greasy cap, while with head bent 
low, he paused to give heed to the bell which 
sounded from the neighboring town of Wells- 
ton. ’Twas thus I last had witnessed response 
to the Angelus. 

What a contrast! All the difference in the 
world between the scene and those who par¬ 
ticipated, but who shall say the Angelus did 
not form a connecting bond between the cul¬ 
tured bishop and the unlettered miner. 

Leaving soon, with the bishop’s “good-night 
child,” sounding like a benediction, I paused 
at the gate to look up at the cathedral, which,, 
towering bare and cold in the moonlight, re¬ 
called the cathedrals of Europe, which have 
been described as “frozen music.” But, in 
contrast to it shone out the light from the 
study where there seems to be an undercur¬ 
rent of that warm, palpitating melody that 
emanates from hearts inspired with a great de¬ 
sire to make life full and satisfying for others. 

Could one’s soul but catch the rythm of 
such music daily, each hour might be a repe¬ 
tition of the harmony that comes when pity 
stoops to lay upon the throbbing brow of 
pain the lingering touch that fain would cure 
all wounds however cruel. 

Mary Robson. 


WHAT THEY READ FIRST 


What do the representative men of Colum¬ 
bus read first in newspapers? 

Some of the most enterprising men of busi¬ 
ness, some of the most learned in the pro¬ 
fessions, as well as the most cultured scholars, 
read much that is antithetical to what one 
would expect from their pursuits or their in¬ 
clinations in other directions. 

Judge Marshall J. Williams of the supreme 
court always turns to the advertisements first. 

“I am interested in advertisements because 
they form such an important part of our com¬ 
mercial enterprises and because they give one 
an insight into the character of people, being 
planned by men who make a study of what 
will catch the public eye and charm by its 
novelty. Oh, yes, I read nearly everything in 
newspapers and peruse with care that of vital 
interest in the telegraphic reports. Then I am 
deeply interested in articles relating to the 
conditions and necessities of men and I read 
anecdotes, bits of verse and humor, but the 
page over which I linger longest if I follow 
inclination is that which contains the best ad¬ 
vertisements, those marked by nicety of taste 
and the coolness and calmness that form an 
accessory to properly regulated advertising.” 

Judge Minshall gave this brief outline: ‘‘1 
read the telegraphic reports so far as they 
touch on the important news of the world, 
reports on cases or other matter that aids in 
my work. The other features of a paper very 
rarely interest me. I never read dramatic or 
musical notes or society gossip, for in the 
latter I haven’t the slightest interest, and I 
think we have to judge for ourselves as to the 
relative merit of art, music and the drama. 
Oh, yes, I read of athletic sports, and con¬ 
tests on the water like our recent yacht race 
are always of the deepest interest to me.” 

Hon. E. O. Randall reads a paper in the 
touch and go manner in which he talks when 
met casually — now here, now there — grasp¬ 
ing all that is of interest to him in the varied 
interests that occupy his time with that quick 
perception that has enabled him to become 
eminent in so many different lines, but his 
special consideration is given to sketches deal¬ 
ing with Ohio and the lives of the inhabitants 
of the state. 


Hon. Joseph H. Outhwaite held a paper in 
his hand and his face wore the expression 
that follow indulgence in a hearty laugh. 

“I have just read something indicative ot 
what I read when time permits. You see I 
like a joke of a certain kind.” 

“But I’m not to suppose you read only for 
entertainment?” 

“No, indeed. I read for information and 
find the newspapers most valuable assistants 
in my work, for, of course, everything relat¬ 
ing to it is given the most careful attention 
and this involves keeping informed on the 
vital questions of the day. Besides this, I 
read great murder trials and study them mi¬ 
nutely, also all articles pertaining to import¬ 
ant questions in the field of labor, especially 
agriculture and mining. I like to keep in 
touch with the workers of the world and know 
something of the conditions that surround 
them even when I cannot do anything to ame¬ 
liorate that which is harsh.” 

President Thompson of the O. S. U. is al¬ 
ways interested in local affairs, but if time 
permits enjoys a humorous story better than 
most any other part of a paper. He is espe¬ 
cially fond of Bob Burdette’s humor, which 
he characterizes as pure, appealing to the 
genial side of nature with no trace of the 
malice that leaves a sting. “I have no use 
for the diatribes that form so large a part of 
what is termed political news. My sympa¬ 
thies are always with a man who is a candi¬ 
date for office when his opponents begin to 
abuse him through the columns of a paper, 
it matters not to which party he belongs. I 
have a much warmer feeling for William Mc¬ 
Kinley, William Bryan, Marcus Hanna, Judge 
Nash and John R. McLean since they have 
been subjected to so much malignment of mo¬ 
tive than I had for them before this campaign 
opened, for it awakens admiration to see men 
on either side so courageously facing so much 
vilification.” 

Hon. E. L. Taylor gives close attention to 
political news and editorials and there are a 
few ministers whose sermons or lectures he 
reads with care. He also examines local mat¬ 
ters. Articles on science and natural history 
afford him most pleasure, although he studies 


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the pictures in Puck, Life and other picto¬ 
rials and never passes by a sketch by Mr. 
Bowser. 

Judge Spear of the supreme court replied: 
“I read the editorials, first for information, 
because much that is important is likely to 
meet with comment from the men who have 
the training that enables them to sift that 
which is most vital from the vast amount ot 
matter that is printed as news, and then I like 
to know the sentiments of the man who stands 
at the helm, the man trusted as a molder of 
thought and a teacher of morals, for while he 
cannot dictate or revise all that appears, his 
manner of dealing with that which affects man¬ 
kind will largely determine the general tone 
of the paper, which cannot be higher than the 
ideas of the man who controls. I do not care 
to read political squabbles. By this I mean 
all the troubles of the different parties, but I 
read E. K. Rife’s stories, for while they ate 
pointed, they do not wound. It’s a marvel how 
he can day after day present us with such 
bright sketches. I often read the instructions 
for cooking, but I read them to my wife just 
to hear her say the writers didn’t know what 
they were writing, for she thinks she is 
authority on the subject; and, in fact, she is; 
but it’s too funny to hear her comments on 
the articles that I read merely to tease her,” 
and the judge leaned back in his chair and 
laughed with whole-souled abandon. 

After a little while the judge added: “Of 
course, I know no more about cooking than 
the writers of the elaborate instructions, but 
I know my wife knows. For while she is not 
much for the ornamental, she can't be ex¬ 
celled in the useful, everyday knowledge. 

“Yes, another laughable thing is the manner 
in which some men who report legal transac¬ 
tions become involved in technical expressions. 
At times they write some' very humorous 
stories without knowing it.” 

“Do you read the resume of the sermons?” 

“Yes, and I consider them one of the best 
features of Monday’s papers. Even after 
hearing a sermon on Sunday I read all that 
is given in the papers the next day with the 
same purpose that I read other matter the 
second time.” 

When Governor Bushnell was questioned 
on his newspaper reading, he replied: 

“Focal, state and national affairs claim my 
attention, also foreign news, current business, 
material resources and commercial transac¬ 
tions of importance. I also read the anecdotes 
and little sparkling bits of matter when I have 


time, but if inclination is followed, I read 
more that relates to people than any other 
part of the papers — residents of Columbus 
and my home town, especially those whom I 
know personally. I like to know what they 
are doing, how they are getting along, and if 
some good or ill fortune comes to a neigh¬ 
bor or acquaintance of mine, I am more con¬ 
cerned about it and give more attention to 
the reading of it than to occurrences more 
remote, however important they may be. As 
this sort of reading comes under the local 
happenings, I suppose the city editor’s depart¬ 
ment appeals to me as the pest part of a 
paper, if I am permitted to designate as ‘best,’ 
that which is most satisfying, that which 
brings my fellow-creatures nearer to me.” 

Mayor Swartz said: “I read much local 
matter now that formerly would have been 
ignored, because it did not seem essential. 
Reports of conventions and speeches interest 
me more than any other part of newspapers. 
I consider them so valuable that I have scrap 
books formed of clippings of the most im¬ 
portant of these. Then, I like sketches from 
real life, verses and anecdotes.” 

“Do you read art, musical or society notes?” 

“No, I confess I’m not in the least inter¬ 
ested in those subjects.’ ” 

Mr. A. E. Pitts reads the news of the city, 
then scans the papers to see if there is any¬ 
thing relative to animals, particularly dogs; 
after that he peruses articles treating of sub¬ 
jects that are of minor interest to him when 
compared with these, however important they 
may be to others. 

Judge Hagerty, when asked what he read in 
the papers, gave this laconic ’ response: 

“War news and humorous articles.” 

Postmaster Rownd rarely notices anything 
but the telegraphic reports of the most im¬ 
portant events in the world’s history. Di¬ 
rector Kauffman declares that nothing but 
the advertisements appeal to him. Mr. F. A. 
Jacobs says: “I’ve quit reading anything but 
the scare heads. I once read papers pretty 
thoroughly, but they are not what they used 
to be. So I quit. 

This was a little discouraging until Mr. 
Dan J. Clahane exclaimed: 

“I read everything in the newspapers, even 
the fashions. It behooves me to do this since 
I got a wife, so that she won’t know any¬ 
thing more about them than I do.” 

Secretary Bassell: “I read all that the pa¬ 
pers contain, if glancing at this or that to get 
the import may be called reading. But there 


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Dr. Starling Loving. 

Dean of Starling Medical College for Fifty Years. 

Starling Medical College is one of the oldest in the country, 
with graduates in all parts of the world. It originated from a bequest of 
thirty thousand dollars given by Lyne Starling, one of the original pro¬ 
prietors of the site of Columbus. It is an imposing building noted for 
its rare architectural beauty. 







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is one feature that I always notice even amid 
the greatest stress of business, and that is 
the fugitive verses. It is a sort of a fashion 
to sneer at them, but upon occasions in my 
life I have encountered some of the most 
pleasing poetical thoughts in the papers.” 

Apropos of this, he drew from his pocket 
a clipping and read in a manner that would 
have made the worst production appear to 
good advantage some verses entitled “The 
Birth of the Ophal,” which he declared con¬ 
tained as much of the “divine afflatus” as 
could be seen any book of poems. 

.Judge Pugh answered my question in these 
words: 

“I rarely pass anything in the papers with¬ 
out at least getting the trend of it, with the 
exceptions of personals and society gossip, for 
I think all the other phases of a newspaper 
may serve some purpose; that is, be either 
entertaining or instructive.” 

Judge Field's reply was: “I read every¬ 
thing in The State Journal, but I’m specially 
interested in Mrs. Fitch-Hinman’s articles.” 

Dr. J. P. Gordy of the Ohio University, 
author and educator of national reputation, 
said: 

"The editorials engage my attention be¬ 
cause they are such a help to me. They 
furnish in condensed form knowledge of the 
world’s most important events, so that in 
reading them, time that would have to be 
given to separating this from what was unim¬ 
portant is saved. Then I read narratives of 
people prominent in the world, also those in 
out-of-the-way places. In a recent Sunday’s 
State Journal I read a sketch of a Hungarian 
village here in Ohio and I found the portrayal 
of the home life of the inhabitants of the 
most intense interest. People are the most 
fascinating study in the world, and I read 
anything that will give me an insight to 
human nature. I read murder trials in order 
to try to fathom the crypts of emotion and 
understand the development of exceptionable 
characters. I read a murder trial eight years 
ago and you may know how it interested me 
when, although my memory is very poor, I 
remember it as well as if it had just been 
read. 

“When time permits, I like a good humor¬ 
ous story.” 

Superintendent Shawan: “Local affairs and 
all that may be classed as literary matter in 
a newspaper are of more interest to me than 
anything else that does not deal directly with 
my work. I like to know what people are 


doing about me and I also like anything that 
treats of art, science or literature, or those 
who have won distinction in these fields. I 
like the notes on new books as they serve as 
a guide in buying.” 

Judge Earnhart said: “If the first sentence 
of an article is short and suggestive of some¬ 
thing worth reading, I read it; for I con¬ 
sider the first sentence a good index of what 
is to follow. I like historical and biograph¬ 
ical sketches better than most printed matter.” 

Howard C. Park of the Merchants and 
Manufacturers’ National Bank gives passing 
notice to the life and import of events, but 
is not so much inclined to select certain 
phases of newspapers as he is to reject that 
which is not written in an entertaining man¬ 
ner, for he likes his reading to be restful after 
he turns from that pertaining to business. 

William D. Park said : “I read good verse 
when I chance to see it. I read it either for 
the pathos or the humor it contains. I think, 
too, that it has a mission aside from pleasing, 
for often it takes up some vital question and 
frames it in words that linger in the memory 
like the refrain of an old song until we un¬ 
consciously imbibe the sentiments and feel 
something of what moved the writer when 
perhaps a prose statement on the same line 
would meet with nothing more than passive 
acquiescence.” 

Warden Coffin does not think the progress 
of today should prevent “looking backward” 
even to remote ages, and anything relative to 
prehistoric races or times is of absorbing in¬ 
terest to him, forming a complete contrast to 
the reading that engages much of his time — 
that pertaining to criminology. 

Said Mr. Robert E. Sheldon: “I like 
sketches of people and places and the humor¬ 
ous articles, like the “Journalisms” which are 
attracting much comment. Recently while in 
Chicago I noticed that three different oaDers 
had copied some of these, and a relative of 
mine who lives near Paris mentioned that the 
Paris edition of The Herald often contained 
these among other extracts from the Ohio 
State Journal. He said he did not feel quite 
so far away from home when in a few hours 
after they appeared here he could read of 
what was happening in Columbus.” 

Mr. E. K. Stewart replied: “I read almost 
everything in the morning paper first thing 
after I wake, often while I am still in bed.” 

Dr. Loving responded: “I read nearly 
everything, but I don't read anything when 
the headlines indicate personal abuse is to 


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follow. I don’t like mud-throwing any better 
through the medium of newspapers than I do 
in the ordinary way. There’s so much in the 
papers that is offensive. I like to read the 
stray verses that appear in them. Some of 
the advertisements are very humorous and re¬ 
mind me of those that Wilde of the London 
Clothing Company used to get up, also those 
written by John G. Deshler when he was sell¬ 
ing property on Broad street. They were the 
most humorous things I ever read. I enjoyed 
many a laugh over them.” 

Mr. Ralph Lazarus had just finished reading 
an article on poisons and promptly replied: 
■“I read everything from poisons to poetry. I 
seldom miss getting the import of what is in 
the papers, for I think no man can afford to 
be ignorant of what is transpiring about him 
or in more remote places.” 

Colonel Coit responded: “I attach special 
importance to the opinions of men who are 
competent to judge of what is best for our 
country in civil and military affairs and I 
deem anything that will serve to keep awake 
the patriotism that has always been a distin¬ 
guishing characteristic of the American people 
worthy of perusal, whether it be a verse, a 
story, an editorial or a resolution passed in 
some convention. We cannot have too much 
of the patriotic spirit in our newspapers or 
elsewhere. I deem all accounts of scientific 
discoveries most interesting, also stories illus¬ 
trative of life.” 

Hon. John J. Lentz said: “Everything 
about people and the government, for men and 
the laws that govern men are my study. Then 
anything that may be of value in speaking to 
people, whether it be a jest to illustrate some 
point or some deep earnest message that will 
carry conviction as to same measure that tends 
toward the advancement of the race is sure 
to meet with notice. But while that which 
pertains -to humanity in its broadest sense is 
read, I am more inclined to read of one par¬ 
ticular class — the laborers, those who toil, 
whether with pick or pen, those who earn their 
bread by the sweat of the brow or the brain.” 

Said Hon. Emmett Tompkins: “I always 
read everything that has any connection with 
the development of a plot with avidity, for 
analysis has for me great fascination, but I 
avoid the details of catastrophies — suicides, 
battles and other distressing occurrences, for 
the reading of such things affects me greatly. 
I don’t think it is necessary to have the grue¬ 
some served up in such quanities. There is 
sufficient that is painful in life at its best 


without giving so much prominence to that 
which is most horrible. These things are 
brought before us in the papers whether we 
wish to know them or not and we become 
co-sufferers.” 

Dr. Gladden devotes ten minutes after 
breakfast and ten after dinner to the reading 
of newspapers, but covers everything that he 
desires to read in that time. Having been 
an editor on a New York paper once, he 
reads with the rapidity of one whose percep¬ 
tion has been quickened by training. With 
regard to what he read, he said: 

“I give little heed to the headlines of tele¬ 
graphic reports, but merely glancing at them 
as a guide, read that which follows, as I 
think the headlines are Often exaggerated, 
statements which the real news does not war¬ 
rant being used. Then I read anything that 
has a tendency to dignify and purify life, 
anything that will awaken great hopes 
and great thoughts, for the beautiful things 
of life should engage our eyes and minds. I 
think newspapers should give more promin¬ 
ence to what is elevating and less to the 
gruesome, painful things that occur.” 

“Then you do not think newspapers should 
merely aim to reflect as a mirror the world’s 
events ?” 

“I do not, for a mirror often distorts and 
never idealizes. A man should be judged by 
what he aims to be, by what he would like 
to be, rather than by incidental error, so I like 
to read the best that is in men — that which 
inspires cheerfulness and courage.” 

Hon. D. J. Ryan responded: “You’d better 
ask me what I don’t read. I don’t read the 
same old repetition of facts that we have 
served up daily simply with a change of 
names. A man gets drunk, or has a fight; 
a woman faints in a crowded room, a horse 
runs away, the revolver that wasn’t loaded 
proved to be so, the domestics Tiaven’t yet 
learned that kerosene and fire combined are 
dangerous and we have the important event 
chronicled, but for what purpose I can’t see. 
I really believe the flimsiest verse or story at 
which fact collectors sneer is of far greater 
value than these petty happenings that weary 
the eyes trying to elude them.” 

“You forget that the newspapers must play 
to the gallery gods as well as the stalls.” 

“Well, this part of them ought to play to 
empty houses. I read anything in which there 
is some originality — originality of expression, 
or the freedom of thought that can, while 
relating a fact, express an opinion in pictur- 
































Harry M. Daugherty. 






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'esque language. For, better an ordinary sub¬ 
ject treated in a graphic manner than a more 
important one where no line rises above the 
dull atmosphere of facts, and the writer has 
not caught the trick of narrative whereby 
these can be woven into an entertaining story.” 

■‘What subjects are most likely to attract 
you?” 

“Historical and character sketches or any¬ 
thing in connection with public movements, 
the promoters of great causes, the leaders of 
thought or those who have left the stamp 
of their individuality upon the characters of 
•others.” 

DeWitt C. Jones, editor, selects the editor¬ 
ials that are of most interest and elevating 



ROBERT E. SHELDON. 


Jiis feet to a table, tilts his chair well back 
and reads with intense absorption. That is, 
for a few minutes; then having grasped the 
substance of the remarks, his feet and his 
chair strike the floor and he prepares to write 
something that has been suggested by the 
reading or stops to discuss the subject with 
some friend, sometimes pouring forth a stream 
of caustic criticism and again eloquent in his 
praise of what he deems forcible and true. 

Hon. J. E. Blackburn, dairy and food com¬ 
missioner, discusses what he reads with the 
passengers and conductors on street cars. It 
comprises editorials, market reports, sporting 
and local news. 

Mr. John Joyce reads the general news of 
the state and country, but prefers the local 
happenings, as the people of Columbus interest 


him most. When asked if he read dramatic 
or musical notes or athletic sports, he replied:- 

"No, I don’t. I hear enough of that about 
the house from those who read too much 
of it.” 

Mr. Baker, the photographer, reads all 
dramatic notes and everything about Colum¬ 
bus people wherever he may chance to be. In 
the verses printed under the heading, “In 
Memoriam," which some people find amusing 
because of their sorry attempts at versifying, 
he finds an infinite pathos. 

Mr. W. H. Perkins, Secretary of the Y. M. 
C. A., prefers signed articles because he con¬ 
siders they are more likely to be the result 
of research upon the part of an individual. 

"I am a great reader of athletic sports and 
all the news relating to the interests of the 
city, state or country,” said Mr. George Hardy. 
“Then a story or a reminiscence if it is well 
told is of great interest to me, but if I had 
charge of a paper I’d cut out the pages de¬ 
voted to society gossip and use them for 
something that would be of benefit, or, at 
least, amusing, for there is absolutely nothing 
on them worth even a passing glance. How¬ 
ever, I suppose some women read them, I pre¬ 
sume these couldn’t be omitted to give place 
to the finest sketches, essays or poems that 
could be written.” 

Hon. H. M. Daugherty: “Everything that 
is in them, if I can possibly get the time, and 
I usually go through five or six dailies in 
that manner. There isn’t anything in a good 
newspaper that isn’t worth the attention of 
the man who tries to keep informed on the 
larger affairs of life and in touch with lesser 
things, so I read everything from questions 
that are swaying nations down to the latest 
jest, often turning from the discussion of an 
issue upon which hangs the fate of a political 
party or the perusal of stock quotations to 
read an anecdote or verse that has in it a 
touch of sentiment or a ripple of playfulness. 
Aside from the editorials, to which I give 
much attention, having learned through my 
work in campaigns how much care is given 
to the accumulation of facts which form the 
sub-stratum of most of them, I am more in¬ 
clined to read the woman’s page than any 
other part of a paper.” 

No, I’m not jesting, for the women in their 
club work often prepare papers that are very 
valuable to one whose pursuits do not permit 
as much time for reading as desired. 



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WHAT “ THE STAFF ” READS. 


History repeats itself. After the lapse of 
two years I was back in a little room in the 
court house waiting to see the very men with 
whom I talked first when securing my first 
interviews. 

Presently they entered laughing and talk¬ 
ing like so many school boys, each depositing 
on the table books that were to be taken 
home for study. 

‘‘And what the passing churl may ask and 
what the wondrous power 
That toil foregoes its wonted task and love 
its promised hour.” 

Let the talk that ensued explain.” 

Said Judge Badger: “We’ll have to thank 
you for bringing us together again for while 
we see each other every day we’ve never met 
for a talk since the day “Our first dollar” 
had the floor.” 

“Yes,” exclaimed Judge Bigger, “this is the 
sinner who sent me thundering down the ages 
with my feet swinging from a table.” 

“She missed it in not having you swinging 
from a rope,” interpolated Judge Evans. 

“That’s all right but I see to it that my 
defendants do not swing out of sight as yours 
did to-day.” 

“That was odd. The bailiff was standing 
right by the door but he was talking to 
Woodbury, so that partly explains it. It’s 
what comes of talking to newspaper people.” 

“Oh you need not grumble. Just see what 
you got out of that dollar story. More or¬ 
ders for hickory nuts than you could fill, and 
Judge Badger he got a lot of advertising 
about stacking straw. It was very nice for 
you people.” 

“Yes,” rejoined the other. “It was very 
nice, for after people read that I chewed wax 
and fidgeted all through that talk they looked 
at me as if they thought I ought to do it all 
over again for the benefit of the public so 
I gave up my wax haven’t chewed any since. 
I’d no idea we were to have a snap shot in 
words or I’d have noticed what I was say¬ 
ing.” 

“Our friend here seemed so timid I didn’t 


suppose she'd remember a word that was said! 
but I cannot tell how much straw I’ve had to 
stack since then just to keep up my reputa¬ 
tion as a worker.” 

“Well you could pose as a worker but I 
didn’t get anything out of that story but my 
feet.” 

From the evidence you got plenty, observed 
Judge Evans. 

Where’s Judge Pugh. “He belongs to this 
gang said Judge Badger and should be here. 

"Of course he should I can’t spare him. 
from my ‘staff’.” 

“Well you’ll have to excuse him on this 
proposition” said one. “He’s too busy read¬ 
ing Prof. Bemis opinions on the street fran¬ 
chise question to talk about what he reads.” 

That’s true it wouldn’t be any use to send 
for him today. 

Then after they had talked of a score of 
things just as a group of women might have 
done, the subject of the interviews was dis¬ 
cussed. 

“I read too much in them to please my 
wife,” said Judge Bigger; “for I’m an omni¬ 
vorous reader of the papers and read much 
that is not profitable just because I like to 
do so.” 

“Aside from the routine reading I devote 
much of my time to the advertisements,” said 
Judge Evans; and I’m also interested in 
achievements in science and literature.” 

“And you, Judge Badger?” 

“I’m like the old farmer who used to come 
to town for the especial purpose of getting 
the ‘Crisis’ because as he declared he couldn’t 
miss the ‘idiotorials while this country was 
engaged in a war.’ I can’t miss the ‘idiotor¬ 
ials' at any time, but there’s another part of 
the paper I do not miss at any time. The out 
of town news; I read all the little personals 
about people I have known from boyhood and 
my home paper will cause me to throw aside 
the largest and best metropolitan paper ex¬ 
tant.” 

After Judge Badger had ceased to speak 
there was a long silence that no one cared' 
to break. All seemed to feel the strangeness- 



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that comes when we try to go back to an 
old mood and find everything changed : 

The laughter had been just as gay, 

The spirits seemingly as light 
As they had been that other day 

When all the world was wondrous bright; 
But some way o’er each smiling face 
A shade of passing sadness fell 
That seemed not wholly out of place 
Tho why ’twas there, not one could tell. 

Silently the books were gathered up and 
silently we left the room. Not until the outer 
door was passed were words spoken, then 
Judge Badger with his infinite capacity for 
coming to the rescue said : "These meetings 
form a pleasant little ripple in the everyday 


affairs of life, so I think we’ll have to follow 
the fashion and form a club of some sort. 

. Then came talk of extending the number 
to which there was instant objection on the 
score that a new element would spoil existing 
fellowship of feeling; so by special request 
the judges agreed not to ask for any addi¬ 
tions to the “staff.” 

And now is it clear why these men turned 
for a little while from all other claims upon 
their time. Ah yes, you say it was due to 
a memory, the memory of an hour when the 
cares of mature years had been swept away 
by a question that carried them back to the 
sunny plains of youth, where they dreamed of 
“victor days to be” and heeded not the- 
mountains of difficulty that towered between, 
them and the realization of their dreams. 


DR. WASHINGTON GLADDEN. 


DR. WM. 0. THOMPSON. 







COLUMBUS’S LEADING CHEFS 


BUILD DISHES AS ARCHITECTS BUILD HOUSES. 


“Well, he was an ingenuous man who first 
found out eating and drinking,” says Swift, 
in his “Polite Conversations.” But ingeni¬ 
ous seem the men who can conceive and 
execute dinners and luncheons of such ex¬ 
quisite flavor and delicacy that the “eating and 
drinking” is transformed from a barbaric 
necessity into a poetic idealism. I refer to 
the cookery experts who know that cooking 
is not a throwing together of things, but the 
building up of dishes with such consummate 
art and care that those possessed of gastro¬ 
nomic discrimination are delighted with the 
artistic concoctions. 

Among those whom experience has given an 
understanding of what is palatable are the 
leading chefs of Columbus. I have secured 
from each of them the recipe for the dish 
which he prepares with greatest pride. At a 
time when the thoughts of men and women 
are drifting toward feasts of Thursday next 
these recipes are pleasurable reading. 

Chef Bartlett of the Neil says the follow¬ 
ing is his favorite: 

ZEPHER OF RICE WITH FRENCH 
CHERRIES. 

“Cook half a pound of blanched rice in 
milk; when sweetened, draw it to a slower 
fire to attain more consistency; then finish 
with a large piece of fresh butter divided in 
pats. Ten minutes later incorporate into it 
two or three spoonfuls of crushed chestnuts 
and six yolks of eggs, one after another. 
Lastly the half of five beaten whites mixed 
with three spoonfuls of whipped cream. Add 
to this preparation five or six spoonfuls of 
candied French cherries, cut in halves. Pour 
the whole into a Timbale mold previously but¬ 
tered and glazed with fine sugar and fecula. 
Lay the mold in a saucepan on a small twist 
with hot water about one-third its height. 
Remove it to a slow fire and cook three- 
quarters of an hour. 

“Unmold; put a few cherries around the 


dish and serve hot with any fruit syrup de¬ 
sired.” 

Chef Lang of the Stag hotel likes to pre¬ 
pare : 

LOBSTER A LA NEWBURG. 

“Take one whole lobster cut in small cubes 
about half an inch in length; place in sauce¬ 
pan with a piece of butter size of a walnut; 
season with salt and butter to taste and cook 
until thoroughly heated and thicken with 
heavy cream sauce. Add the yolk of one egg 
and one glass of sherry. 

“For cream sauce take two ounces of butter 
melted in a saucepan; mix four ounces of 
flour with this and thin to proper consistency 
with boiling cream.” 

Chef Hill of Hotel Star gives special atten¬ 
tion to the dish known as 

SQUAB-BARDE. 

“Select two plump squabs; draw and wipe 
dry inside without washing. Prepare a force 
meat of two bunches of celery and one onion, 
chopped fine; one teacupful of grated bread 
crumbs, one-third of a cup of sausage meat. 
Stuff the squab with this forcemeat, carefully 
mixed. Then take one onion, one carrot and 
two bunches of celery; slice and place in 
saucepan. Place birds in pan with slice of 
bacon on breast of each. Roast 25 minutes. 
Remove birds. Add to vegetables in the pan 
one pint of stock. Boil, quickly 10 minutes; 
thicken and serve over squab hot.” 

Chef Zehring of Candy Kitchen gave direc¬ 
tions for preparing the salad that recently met 
with such favorable comment from many club 
women: 

CHICKEN SALAD. 

“Two and a half pounds of well-cooked 
chicken, two hard-boiled eggs, cut into small 
dice; three tablespoons of chopped parsley, 
one pint of celery cut in small dice; season 
with French dressing and mayonnaise and 
add one gill of cream. 




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“Mayonnaise—One pint of olive oil, yolk 
of one egg; mix tablespoonful of mustard 
with the egg, stirring in one direction; whip 
into stiff froth; add juice of one lemon, salt 
and small pinch of cayenne pepper.” 

Chef Boblett of Smith’s Europeon hotel 
furnishes directions for the dish that has made 
the “delicate monster” such a favorite with 
frequenters of the place: 

LOBSTER SAUTE A LA RYDER. 

“Take four live lobsters cut in pieces two 
inches square, place in a sautoir with a piece 
of good butter and some chopped onions; toss 
over a brisk fire for five minutes, then add 
one-half glass of sherry, a spoonful of espag- 
nole, a few mushrooms and the pulps of four 
nice ripe tomatoes. Cover and let simmer for 
15 minutes. Just before serving, add the lob¬ 
ster fat mixed with some butter and chopped 
parsley. Serve in a chafing dish.” 

Seasonable and savory is the dish Chef 
Cheneau of the Chittenden delights to present: 

i 

QUAIL A LA MONTEREY. 

“Pick, dress and singe six large quail. 
Leave the breast skin as long as possible with¬ 
out breaking it. Chop the livers with a few 
chicken livers and fry a few seconds with a 
little chopped onion. Add a pinch of chopped 
parsley, half pound of truffle, half of mush¬ 
rooms and a handful of bread crumbs, one raw 
egg, salt, pepper, pinch of sage, one tablespoon 
of butter and half gill of brandy. Mix well; 
stuff the quails as for a roast. Cover with thin 
slices of fat salt pork, tying on with two rows 
of string. Place them in small roasting pan 
that has been lined with strips of fat pork, 
a few slices of carrots, two bay leaves, two 
cloves, a little celery and one sliced onion. 
Moisten with a pint of white wine, cover well 
with a piece of buttered paper and place in 
a hot oven. Baste them frequently. It should 
require 25 to 30 minutes. 

“Untie the string and dress them on a hol¬ 
low piece of bread that has been fried in butter 
and place neatly on an oval-shaped platter. 
Make a sauce with the stock that is left in 
the pan as follows: 


“Knead a tablespoonful of hard butter with 
as much flour. Mix with the stock. Let sim¬ 
mer a few minutes; strain through a sieve. 
Add a few mushroom heads that have been 
fried in butter. Serve sauce separate and gar¬ 
nish quail with watercress.” 

Chef Schneider of the Great Southern takes 
great pleasure in concocting a dish that is a 
concept of his own. To prepare the delicious 
compound known as 

AN ALASKA BAKE. 

“Take vanila ice cream frozen in brick 
form; place on a cold platter; over this spread 
a souffle and bake until the souffle is firm; 
pour over this one glass of Maraschino Italian 
liquor. 

“For the souffle, separate one dozen eggs, 
beat the whites to a stiff froth and gradually 
stir in the beaten yolks with a little powdered 
sugar. This result is sure to recall the words: 

“ ‘Swear by the ocean’s feathery froth, for 
that is not so light a substance.’ ” 

The attention given to the most minute de¬ 
tails connected with the designing and serv¬ 
ing of the various dishes given suggests the 
thought outlined in the statement of Brilat- 
Savarin: “He who receives friends without 
himself bestowing some pains upon the repost 
prepared for them does not deserve to have 
friends.” 

Chef Schueb of the Columbus club gives 
as his own compound a dish that has in 
it the sweetness and the sparkle that often 
causes mortals to exclaim with Motley, “Give 
us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense 
with the necessaries.” It bears the significant 
name 

OMELETTE SOUFFLE AU CHAM¬ 
PAGNE. 

To prepare it, beat white of six eggs to a 
froth; stir half pound of powdered sugarwith 
the yolks and flavor with Maraschino and mix 
with the whites. Take a champagne glass, 
pour in it two tablespoons of creme du mint, 
fill glass with mixture of the eggs, decorate- 
top and bake five minutes. Serve immediately. 


ON THE SEATING OF ROBERTS 


Interest in the Roberts case having in¬ 
creased as the time before it is to be decided 
diminishes, a number of representative men 
.and women were asked to give their views 
vof it. 

Hon. Emmett Tompkins said: "I have not 
considered this question with regard to its 
legal aspect to a sufficient extent to pass an 
opinion as to whether Mr. Roberts should be 
seated or not, but I believe that he is a vio¬ 
lator of law and a violator of common de¬ 
cency, and as such should be excluded from 
congress. Technicalities should never triumph 
over principle. This is not a question of re¬ 
ligion. There is no objection to Roberts be¬ 
ing a Mormon. The objection is to his being 
.a polygamist. As such he is a transgressor of 
the law and should not have a place among 
those who make the laws of our country. I 
think the American people will sustain any 
action tending to expel him.” 

Mrs. Anna W. Clark, president of W. C. 
T. U., gave this reply: “The seating or non¬ 
seating of Congressman Roberts in the Fifty- 
sixth congress is purely a question of morals 
and has nothing to do with religion. The 
common law against polygamy obtained in the 
territory of Utah before the Mormons emi¬ 
grated into that country. Therefore Roberts 
is a criminal under the common law of the 
nation. I am sure, however, that the wishes 
of the American people expressed by thou¬ 
sands of petitions against the admission of a 
polygamist into the highest council of the na¬ 
tion will be regarded. We women can always 
trust American men to protect American 
womanhood from insult.” 

When asked as to his opinion respecting the 
Roberts case, Judge Spear of the supreme 
court replied: “If the precedents justify a 
refusal to administer the oath and admit him 
at the organization of the house then that is 
the proper and justifiable way of treating the 
case. If he should be excluded at the outset 
and investigation follow, if it should develop 
that he is still maintaining the relations 
charged against him, he certainly should not 
be finally admitted. If it should appear, how- 
-ever, that he has not been maintaining the 


relations charged against him, since the rela¬ 
tion became unlawful in Utah, but is simply 
supporting or contributing to the support of 
those other than his first wife, I would see 
no reason why he might not be finally ad¬ 
mitted.” 

Adjutant General Axline responded: “The 
people of Ohio are all united upon one ques¬ 
tion, and that is that a man should not have 
but one wife. The member-elect from Utah 
would undoubtedly be expelled from congress 
if my sentiments with regard to the case were 
to settle it. But the other members will have 
to determine the wisest course to be pur¬ 
sued.” 

Mrs. Hatton, wife of Dr. Hatton, said in 
substance: “The greatest responsibility in this 
case devolves upon men, for women not hav¬ 
ing the franchise, have no representatives in 
congress and can therefore look only to men 
to rebuke the attempt to place in the highest 
councils of our nation a man who is a fol¬ 
lower of that which is so obnoxious to the 
majority of our people. But I consider it the 
duty of every woman to protest against this 
man being retained in congress and I hope, 
I cannot say that I believe, the other members 
will expel this man as speedily as possible and 
thereby furnish an illustration of their enmity 
to polygamy.” 

Hon. Joseph Outhwaite said: “I think that 
Congressman-elect Roberts should be seated, 
and then upon presentation of proper proof 
that he is a man who should not retain his 
place, he should be expelled. I do not think 
there would be any impropriety in having him 
stand aside until after the oath has been ad¬ 
ministered to all the other members and as 
soon as possible, after he is sworn a motion 
to expel him should be made and the house 
should act upon the developments of the case 
at once, as I do not think he should be per¬ 
mitted to remain long enough to take a vote 
upon any question.” 

Mrs. Stewart, wife of Judge Stewart, re¬ 
plied : “Utah has violated the compact that 
admitted her as a state by sending to congress 
a man who is a polygamist, and I think he 
should be promptly expelled, for surely a man 



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-who breaks the law should not make laws for 
•others.” 

Hon. E. O. Randall responded: “I am not 
prepared to make a statement as to whether 
Congressman-elect Roberts should be seated or 
not, but I am very clear upon one point, and 
that is that he should not be permitted to re¬ 
tain it. If I am not greatly mistaken a pre¬ 
cedent was established under Keifer that could 
"be followed in this case, and if so, the difficulty 
could be obviated. A man who defies the law 
and public opinion as this man has should be 
turned down.” 

Mrs. Oldham, wife of the Rev. Dr. Old¬ 
ham, said: “Utah having been admitted with 
the understanding that polygamy should be 
discontinued, it seems to me a representative 
from that state who is a polygamist should be 
denied admission to congress even though 
elected by the people of his district. It may 
be necessary to seat him, but the gravity of 
the situation is apparent when it is remem¬ 
bered that once seated he may be retained. 
We have had the hope that if woman once 
obtained a seat in congress the sense of chiv¬ 


alry might prevail to such an extent that she 
would not be unseated, and some feeling may 
cause Mr. Roberts to receive toleration, after 
the oath has been administered.” 

Said Mrs. Emmett Tompkins: “I am not 
sufficiently conversant with the laws respect¬ 
ing admission to congress to express an 
opinion as to whether Congressman-elect Rob¬ 
erts should be seated or not, but if he is a 
violater of the law he should not be given a 
place among law-makers. If it is not clearly 
established that he has defied the law since 
polygamy was declared unlawful, it would 
seem that he could only be convicted of im¬ 
moral conduct, and if this were the case it is 
quite likely that Mr. Roberts would not be 
the only member whose morals could scarcely 
bear the searchlight of investigation.” 

Rev. Dr. W. F. Oldham made this reply: 
“I have not made a study of the precedent 
or the laws regarding this case and, of course, 
can only voice my personal opinion, and that 
is, that Mr. Roberts, as an avowed polygamist, 
is not entitled to a place in the national 
council. It is a delicate and difficult problem.’' 



BISHOP W. T. OLDHAM. 






AN OLD SLAVE’S REMINISCENCES. 


WAS BORN IN SLAVERY IN VIRGINIA—HIS MEMORY 

OF THE HOLIDAYS. 


The Wyandotte building, where the news¬ 
paper men of Ohio will be entertained by the 
Columbus members of the profession on in¬ 
auguration day, contains probably more offices 
of men who are, or have been, prominently 
before the public than any other building in 
the city. Among those who have their “work¬ 
shops” in it are Governor-elect Nash, his pri¬ 
vate secretary, Colonel Fred Sinks; his law 
partner, Congressman Lentz; Hon. Joseph 
Outhwaite, former congressman; Hon. Em¬ 
mett Tompkins, an eloquent orator; Hon. Ulric 
Sloane, noted for his intellectual penetration 
and pointed speaking; Hon. David Sleeper, 
former speaker of the house; Hon. Edward 
D. Howard, senator-elect; Hon. James Ross, 
Judge Gilbert Stewart, ex-Mayor Black; Cy¬ 
rus Huling, ex-prosecuting attorney; Hon. 
Albert Lee Thurman, who succeeded the Hon. 
Charles Voorhees; Judge Tod B. Galloway, 
and Hon. DeWitt C. Jones, whose fearless¬ 
ness and force as a writer win admiration 
even from those who differ from him in his 
views. 

But while these names are familiar to those 
who have never seen either the Wyandotte or 
its occupants, a most interesting character, 
whose name has never appeared in print and 
whose age even is a matter of conjecture, is 
employed at the building. He was formerly a 
slave. I knew this the instant I saw him, 
and rightly judged that he had been such in 
the “Old Dominion,” for he had the slow, soft 
movements, the deferential tone, the refined 
manner characteristic of those who have be¬ 
longed to houses whose ancestral line ex¬ 
tended back to imperial cavaliers and whose 
masters were a power in the days when 
Southern aristocracy was supreme. 

Visitors to the building are almost sure to 
notice him. His form totters a little as he 
walks, but his eyes are very bright and beau¬ 
tiful in their expression, and his hair, which 
is silvery in hue and wavy in outline, forms 
an effective background for a mobile face, only 


slightly darker than many of Saxon blood. 
His cap is a part of the Wyandotte uniforms, 
and conspicuous on his checked gingham coat 
is a Nash button, to which he refers with 
pride as having been given him by a gentle¬ 
man in the judge’s office. 

He does not roll off abstruse terms and in¬ 
volved phrases with the reckless disregard for 
meaning, characteristic of many of his race, 
and years of association with those who speak 
correctly have almost eliminated the dialect 
that each year seems more important to folk¬ 
lorists and philologists. Only when excited 
does he lapse into it in a pronounced way. 

Recently he came into an office where I 
was with that suppressed air of excitement 
noticeable when thought would fain find vent 
in speech, but as he never speaks until ad¬ 
dressed he went about his work as usual 
until I said: 

“Anything wrong today Uncle, you seem 
disturbed.” 

“Why, yes; I’se been readin’ some things- 
in de newspapahs dat I doan like.” 

“That is a common experience, but what 
has especially troubled you.” 

“Why de way some of dem blame de presi¬ 
dent fo not stoppin’ de wah. In my humble 
opinion President McKinley is following de 
bible. You remember day verse dat Paul 
preached at Athens an what he says about de 
bouns ob habitation ?” 

I confessed that I did not “remember.” 

Then straightway from his pocket he drew 
a worn, green covered, red edged little testa¬ 
ment which he opened with reverential touch 
and pointed to the verse beginning — 

“And hath made of one blood all the na¬ 
tions of the earth.” 

With this as his text he delivered a little 
sermon. 

When he had finished, a remark relative to 
a picture of Admiral Dewey, which he had 
carefully removed from his testament while 
reading, elicited the reply: 




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“Yes, I do think a heap of Admiral Dewey 
and I do think it’s a shame the way de peo¬ 
ple talk about his givin his wife dat house. 

“If a man can't gib his wife what is his 
it’s mighty queer. A’int a man and a wife 
one?” This breathed such simple faith I 
could not mar it with a doubt, so said: 

“That is what we are taught.” 

“Doan you believe it?” he questioned 
quickly. “Don’t you remember what de Bible 
say: ‘What God hath joined together, let no 
man put asunder’.” 

Reply was made unnecessary by a boy who 
had been an interested listener while war and 
a war hero were the subjects, but who seemed 
to think the marriage question was not worth 
while for he began a rattling imitation of a 
cavalry charge, then whistled a few bars of 
the air “I am thinking of the days.” 

The old darkey raised his head and his eyes 
were luminous with feeling. After this I had 
a talk with him relative to slavery life, and 
although the sorrow and agony and despair 
of those days have been told countless times 
those who can describe them and express the 
thought and feelings of slaves from the view 
point of a personal experience are passing 
so rapidly that it seems worth while preserv¬ 
ing their talk. 

Said he: 

“My name is Charles Woodward,” he said 
to me. “I was born in Staunton, Va., but I 
do not know my age. It was always reckoned 
as near my young Master Alexander’s. My 
mother and myself were given to my old mis¬ 
tress’s daughter soon after I was born. She 
had married George Moffett Cochran, who 
owned two plantations near Staunton. My 
young mistress would never sell or hire me, 
and I played with her sons and slept in the 
same room with them. They had little beds, 
but I slept on the floor. 

“Yes, they taught me a great deal, but not 
so much as they would have taught me if I 
had made use of my chances, for they used 
to beg me to remain at home in the evenings, 
so they could teach me to read and write, 
although they knew' they were breaking a 
very strict rule every time they did so. But 
I was like most boys and did not care for an 
education, so every evening I wandered off 
to the quarters of my own people and re¬ 
mained there until bedtime, which was always 
9 o’clock. Then I had to scamper back home. 

“One dark day, when I was still a very 
little chap, my master put my mother in jail 


and sold her to a negro trader. He put my? 
mother in a carry-all along with several others- 
and drove off as unconcerned as though- he - 
had a load of sheep for market. Screaming, I 
followed them, and at last hung on to the 
wagon until mother, with tears streaming. 
down her face, said: ‘Goodbye, Buck, you’ll* 
have to go back home. It’s getting dark-’’ 

“You can imagine how very dark all the 
world seemed to a little fellow when parted 
from his mother in such a way.” 

The words were very simply spoken, as are 
all words fraught with the deepest feeling, but 
the tone was infinitely touching, carrying a 
suggestion of the forlorn feeling that must 
have crept over him as he turned to go back 
to the place, which could never again be home 
to him. 

“But one memory that comes back most 
vividly is that associated with the holiday 
time, for always about a week before Christ¬ 
mas we would hear our elders say, ‘Run, chil¬ 
dren, run, the hirelings are coming,’ and shout¬ 
ing and singing with joy great droves of our- 
fellow-creatures would come swinging back 
after a year’s absence. They were the slaves- 
who had been hired out. Their vacation lasted 
two weeks, then on every New Year’s day, 
sometimes in rain or snow, the auctioneer 
would have his big dry goods box to stand a 
wife or husband, or some of the younger peo¬ 
ple on, to be hired out or sold. The auctioneer 
would cry them off at so much per head. 
Then a long drove of stout young men would 
be handcuffed to a long chain and driven 
along the street like cattle. Actually, the 
sights I saw there hurt me yet, and often I 
seem to hear the mournful songs they sang 
or chanted when they were forced to leave 
for a year, or forever.” 

After a little he continued': “I grew up in 
Master Cochran’s home and was given work 
as a house servant, then as coachman, and 1 
later, when my young master, Alexander, 
went to war as a lieutenant in Captain Car- 
ringford’s artillery, I was sent with him as 
his trusted body servant. I slept in the same 
tent with him and I was with him in the 
big fight at Port Republic.- General Ashley, 
who had 4000 cavalrymen under him, was- 
killed that day. I saw him lying dead on the 
field of battle, and afterwards as he lay in 
state in Staunton. 

When I first came to Columbus, Mr. Kauf¬ 
man, brother of a former proprietor of the- 
Park Hotel, gave- me work. After that If 


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worked at the American House. I was there 
when Warden and Emery sold out to Miller 
and Sayre. They had it when Lincoln’s body 
lay in state in the rotunda. 

“Yes, I am always glad to meet anyone 
from Virginia. Some time ago I met Gen¬ 
eral Imboten at the Neil and had a long talk 
with him. He was living in Virginia then 
and electricity had not been introduced for 
he was trying to find some motor power that 
would run cars that would not frighten 
horses. 

Sometimes I hear about the people from 
my old home for Mr. Lee Thurman’s wife is 
a granddaughter of Mr. John Cochran of 


Charlottsville, the brother of my former 
master. Most every summer she goes to 
Folly Farm where her uncle James Cochran 
lives. After her last visit she told me he was 
dead. Mrs. Mary Cochran was a sister to 
Mrs. Telfire of Hillsboro where a great many 
of the children are living today. You know 
Mr. Sloane, the great lawyer? He is well 
acquainted with Sinclaire Boise, Mrs. Telfire’s 
brother. 

Sometimes I like to talk of the people I 
knew in that other life for I am so far away 
from them — After a little I may go home.’’ 

It was only a little while afterward untiL 
the old slave went to his last home. 



GOVERNOR GEORGE K. NASH. 














MOST BRILLIANT FUNCTION 


IN THE BUCKEYE STATE WAS GOVERNOR NASH’S RECEPTION 

ON MONDAY EVENING. 


Governor Nash’s reception to the state offi¬ 
cers, the members of the General Assembly, 
the officers of the United States Army sta¬ 
tioned at the Columbus Post and the officers 
of the state citizen soldiery and later on the 
general public was the greatest public reception 
ever held in the state of Ohio. It was noted 
not more from its brilliancy from a social 
standpoint than from the cordial expressions 
of esteem that were showered upon the state’s 
Chief Executive by men and women in every 
walk of life. It was a magnificent expression 
of popular regard for Governor Nash and con¬ 
fidence in his purpose and ability to care for 
the interests of his constituency during the 
next two years. 

Thousands of people thronged through the 
front door of the Senate Chamber Tuesday 
evening, grasped the hand of the governor, 
voiced their gratification at his election and 
passed out of the southern door. There was 
an apparently endless stream from the time 
the public reception began at 8:30 o’clock until 
10:00 and the governor with the same unpre¬ 
tentious cordiality that has so endeared him 
to the people of Columbus and Ohio welcomed 
all; the hand of greeting he extended was 
still that of the friend and neighbor whom the 
people of this city have known for so many 
years. 

The military staff of the governor and 
former Governor Bushnell attired in full dress 
uniforms, the beautiful gowns of the women, 
the magnificent decorations of the Senate 
Chamber formed a picture by far the most 
brilliant the city has ever seen. The deco¬ 
rations were very elaborate and the; folds 
of the National colors entwined with the 
foliage of tropical plants with here and there 
vases of beautiful cut flowers made a beautiful 
effect. 

Governor Nash stood at the entrance to the 
railing that surrounds the seats of the sena¬ 
tors and reviewed first the members of the 
general assembly, the state officers and the 
military officers. 


At 6:30 o’clock the governor and his staff 
and relatives, Governor and Mrs. Bushnell, 
Lieut. Governor and Mrs. Caldwell met in the 
office of the governor and marched to the 
senate chamber where those who had been 
invited to receive with the governor were 
assembled. First in the line were Governor 
Nash and Mrs. George Sinks and others in the 
following order: Mrs. Babcock and a member 
of the staff, Mrs. Dennison and General For¬ 
sythe, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Sinks, Mr. and 
Mrs. William G. Deshler, Mr. and Mrs. Sow¬ 
ers, Dr. and Mrs. Hamilton, Mr. and Mrs. 
John Deshler, Mrs. R. S. Warner, Mr. and 
Mrs. Shearer, Miss Mary Shearer and Mr. 
Jack Deshler of Cincinnati. 

In the receiving line these gentlewomen and 
gentlemen were assisted by perhaps thirty of 
the most prominent men and women in Co¬ 
lumbus. 

The state and military officers gathered in 
rooms assigned to them before the reception 
and marched in groups to greet the execu¬ 
tive. 

The Judges of the Supreme Court in the 
State Library; the senate and members of 
the house of representatives in the hall of 
the House of Representatives; the heads of 
state departments (elective) in the state li¬ 
brary; the heads of state departments (ap¬ 
pointive) in the state library; the faculty of 
the Ohio State University and professors of 
other universities and colleges under control 
of the state in the state library. 

The United States and National Guard 
Officers in the office of the adjutant general, 
the members of the' various state boards and 
officers of the state institutions in the state 
library. 

It required more than an hour for them to 
extend greeting to the governor and the scene 
in the Senate Chamber when this function 
was in progress surpassed anything which 
has ever taken place in the gloomy old build¬ 
ing. Thus was the public reception began 
and continued until after 10 o’clock. Too vast 




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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


to form any conception of its numbers was 
the throng that moved forward in a steady 
stream. Entering through the west front the 
general public marched through the rotunda 
and up to the senate chamber, greeted the 
favorite son of the commonwealth and turning 
to the right left through the passageway con¬ 
necting the two houses remarking the beauty 
of the decorations and the dazzling scene 
presented. 

Among the women who stood near the gov¬ 
ernor all of whom were with one or two ex¬ 
ceptions relatives, the costumes were distin¬ 
guished not so much by elaboration as by the 
artistic designs. 

Mrs. Babcock with distinguished grace wore 
an attractive costume of delicate pink crepe 
over silk and carried a large bouquet of pink 
roses. 

Mrs. Bushnell’s refined face never appeared 
to better advantage, enhanced as it was by a 
gown of white brocade silk embroidered with 
pink roses. 



HELEN DESHLER. 


Mrs. Dennison wore a handsome gown of 
black satin, white lace and diamonds. 

Mrs. W. G. Deshler was lovely in a white 
brocade silk with black thread lace and white 
chiffon finish with diamonds. 

Mrs. John Deshler black silk, black and 
white lace, jet. 

Mrs. Hamilton wore a beautiful black span¬ 
gled net. 

Mrs. Sowers white chiffon over blue silk 
with diamond ornament. 

Miss Louise Deshler was charming in white 
crepe de chine and passamentrie. 

Mrs. R. S. Warner wore blue silk with a 
touch of sable fur. 

Miss Mary E. Shears pink and grey silk. 

Miss Esther Sharp white swiss over blue. 

Miss Helen Deshler wore a dainty costume 
of pink crepe de chine over silk. 

Near these young women were Rob Burdell,. 
Gilmore Hanaford and Herbert Halliday. 



MRS. WORTHINGTON BABCOCK. 







MORMON ELDERS IN 


COLUMBUS. 


IN AN INTERVIEW THEY OUTLINE MORMON SOCIAL LIFE. 


EXPECT THE SAME MORAL LIFE FROM MEN AS FROM WOMEN. 


The Mormon elders, Rich and Nibley, who 
liave been holding meetings in the I. O. O. F. 
temple for several weeks, are now conducting 
a house to house canvass throughout the city, 
distributing tracts, engaging the heads of 
households in conversation, seeking to obtain 
a hearing with regard to their belief and are 
seemingly tireless as missionaries working 
without remuneration. In the Mormon church 
no salaries are paid and those who desire to 
promulgate its doctrines must do so from their 
own means. 

There are now about 1800 of these mission¬ 
aries traveling over various parts of the world. 
Ohio has lately been added to the Southern 
states mission, in all of which about 75,000 
souls have been baptized in the Mormon faith. 
The work and the methods of the elders in 
Columbus is attracting much attention. In 
reply to a question regarding the Mormon 
Bible, Elder Rich, one of the local elders, 
said: 

“We have the Book of Mormon, but the 
Latter-day Saints do not refer to it as the 
Bible, although both were inspired by the 
same spirit, the Book of Mormon being a 
record of the history and revelation of God 
to the people who formerly inhabited the 
Western continent, just as the Bible records 
the history and revelations given on the East¬ 
ern continent. This book received the name 
of a prophet of God who lived on the Ameri¬ 
can continent several hundred years ago, who 
compiled and abridged the writings of other 
prophets who preceded him. The book had 
been buried in a hill and was found by the 
prophet, Joseph Smith. He translated it 
through the gift and power of God. 

“We believe God reveals himself now as of 
old to see those who are worthy of being 
apostles, and everything in our church organ¬ 
ization has been revealed directly from heaven 
in this century.” 


Asked concerning the rules that govern the 
lives of the faithful, he said: 

“We are taught from our mothers’ knees 
that the greatest sin is murder and next to 
this the loss of virtue — sexual relations not 
sanctioned by marriage. A young man should 
be as pure as a young woman. Under Mor¬ 
mon teachings one has no more license than 
the other as to morals. We believe plural 
marriages are in accordance with the divine 
will, and when we first sought to maintain 
the system of Abraham, law had not been 
enacted against it. After we carried the test 
of that law into the supreme court and it 
was declared constitutional, our president, 
Wilford Woodruff, issued a proclamation that 
polygamy should cease and this, except in 
isolated cases as with all laws, has been re¬ 
ligiously obeyed. After that manifesto the 
general government adopted a magnanimous 
policy in the issuance of amnesty proclama¬ 
tions. These acts of clemency blotted out all 
past offenses with the proviso that in the 
future we should comply with the law. The 
majority have been true to the trust, and 
among the younger generation there are no 
plural marriages, so that polygamy will die 
out altogether.” 

In speaking of the happiness of plural 
marriages, Elder Rich said: “I am the grand¬ 
son of a polygamist grandfather, and his wives 
and their children always sustained the most 
pleasant relations. The children had the same 
regard for each other that other brothers and 
sisters have. 

“It is a fact not generally known that when 
a man was counselled to take a second wife 
he had to secure the consent of his first wife, 
and the objection of either of these would 
prevent his taking another, but it did not. 
So you see polygamy was surrounded by 
many safeguards — so many, that when it 
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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


1S4 


flourished most of the plural marriages only 
involved 2 per cent of all the marriages. 

Women being the arbiters, I should have 
thought that would have eliminated plural 
marriages. 

In those instances the wives were prob¬ 
ably as happy as the wives who know that 
their husbands seek the society of other 
women, with whom they enter into unlawful 
relations. For, is it not true that many wives 
know they do not reign supreme in their 
husband's hearts, and if so, would not this 
condition of affairs tend to make them more 
unhappy than our patriarchal marriages?” 

“I think not for in the one instance a 
woman could seem to forget all that she did 
not choose to remember.” 

“You will pardon me, but I do not see how 
a woman could be happier under certain con¬ 
ditions because she could seem not to remem¬ 
ber.” 

“Her pride would not suffer as in the other 
instance. It is always easier to ignore than 
to sanction or oppose.” 

“No man has yet lived who can understand 
a woman’s reasons.” Then in a serious tone 
he continued: 

“While I do not advocate polygamy, now 
you must concede that those who practiced it 
promised to solve one of the most difficult 
problems presented today by providing homes 
for the vast number of women who must com¬ 
pete with men. Since there are five women 
for every two men, three out of five must be 
deprived of the support of husbands and the 
advantages of homes.” 

“Are we to infer then that you would have 
women place marriage on the plane of mater¬ 
ial advantages to be gained?” 

“Never. Love should be the controlling 
force. But I think the natural w'omanly feel¬ 
ing is that a home and a husband are the 
most desirable things in life. Don’t you think 
this is true?” 

“No, I do not think so, but even admitting 
this to be true that wouldn’t include a divis¬ 
ion of affection. 

“You are intimating that women would 
take a selfish view of the question, are you 
not?” 

“I think this view is true, in the abstract.” 

“In the abstract? This is interesting. I 
wish you would tell me what you mean by 
the abstract in this case?” 

“Just what it always means.” 

“Then you admit exceptions?” 

“Most assuredly.” 


“So you accept the thought that plural mar¬ 
riages might be conducive to greater happi¬ 
ness than monogamous marriages?” this in. 
a jesting tone, then seriously, “No, I know 
you do not but will you please tell me the 
‘exceptions’ that you have in view.” 

“I meant that I could conceive of two 
women differing in character and pursuits, 
the one fitted to be the intellectual companion, 
the other the angel of the home, uniting in 
their efforts to make a man happy if the man 
possessed the requisite tact to make each be¬ 
lieve that she was essential to his happiness 
and that this regard did not differ in degree 
but in kind; but maintaining this balance 
would doubtless prove so difficult he’d soon 
wish he’d never seen either. This inclines me 
to think your grandfather must have been an 
anomalous instance. 

Perhaps Elder Nibley can furnish another 
instance. 

Elder Nibley’s father had three wives. His- 
mother was the first wife, but, according to 
Elder Rich, he writes to his father’s second 
wife more frequently than to his own, and 
he seems to think quite as much of one as- 
the other. 

"I regard all three of my mothers with af¬ 
fection,” said Elder Nibley, "and I have al¬ 
ways believed that my father’s other wives 
have as much affection for me as my mother 
has for their children, and I know this is very 
great. In writing to me the second wife al¬ 
ways addresses me as her dear son, and I 
have never had reason to think that she does 
not regard me as such. The children, 20 in 
all, are very fond of each other.” 

“But, do these three women live happily 
together?” 

“Oh no, my mother’s home is in Oregon 
and the other women live in Utah. They often- 
paid long visits to each other and then all 
lived as one family.” 

“With your permission,” said Elder Rich, 
“I will give you one of the reasons for our 
former practice of plural marriages.” 

Then in language so chaste it could not of¬ 
fend the most delicate sensibilities he gave a 
resume of the philosophy of polygamy, “where¬ 
in the central idea advanced was the protec¬ 
tion of womanhood from the gross impulses 
that too often cause men to violate the natural 
laws that govern even dumb animals.” He 
expressed some ideas that coincide with those 
held by Theosophists. 

Elder Rich briefly outlined the history of 
the organization of the church as follows: 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


135 


“The Mormon church was organized in 
New York in 1830. The highest office in the 
church is the apostleship. It holds the keys 
of the priesthood after the order of Melchi- 
sedec. Three apostles constituted the first 
presidency, one man having the power and the 
right to receive revelations from God. He has 
two counselors and this trinity is the highest 
presiding authority in the church on earth. 
Then come 12 special witnesses who act in a 
similar capacity to the apostles of old. Next 


are the seventies; 70 elders appointed for the 
purpose are organized into a council, seven of 
their number being presidents. There are a 
large number of these quorums of 70 in the 
church, but all are under the supervision of 
the first seven presidents of the seventies. 
They act under the direction of the 12 
apostles as missionaries in all the world. 
Leaving all work and callings they go when 
called and preach the Gospel.” 


AN EVENING WITH MORMONS. 


I had heard much of the Mormon Elders 
prior to meeting them in the apartments of 
an acquaintance where they and a boy in 
knee trousers who had become much attached 
to them were spending the last evening of 
the year but I was not prepared to meet as 
leaders in any church those who, at first 
glance, seemed so boyish. However, all 
thought of their youthfulness vanished in a 
few moments for the poise and polish, the 
grace and simple dignity with which they 
acknowledged the boy’s unconventional intro¬ 
duction proved that they possess that which 
is not acquired in any life however long, nor 
from any books however profound, unless 
back of all learning and accomplishments 
there is the conscious power of extraordinary 
intellects reinforced by exquisite training and 
much contact with the world’s most critical 
citizens. 

Charmed by their manner and the thought 
that the boy whose associates range from 
street gamins to statesmen had chosen such 
cultured companions with whom to spend his 
leisure hours I listened with interest while 
they continued a discussion of the trial scene 
in “The Merchant of Venice.” From this the 
talk, in which the host and several others 
took part drifted to other authors, to law and 
lawyers; thence to languages, art and artists; 
the last play; the president’s policy; political 
affairs in general; philosophy, music and we 
were right on the verge of religion when a 
sweet-voiced girl announced that it was “time 
to eat.” 

Elder Rich turned with a witty little story 
illustrative of the simplicity of diet among 
the Mormons and in reply to an inquiry if 
this were optional or not said that they 
largely eschew meat, tea, coffee and many 
other articles deemed necessaries by others 


because they believe abstinence in these con¬ 
ducive to health. 

After several complex concoctions had been 
given due attention Elders Rich and Nibley 
accompanied a number of the party out to 
St. Joseph cathedral where all were much im¬ 
pressed by the solemn and beautiful services 
in the midnight mass in the last night of the 
year. In the party were an acknowledged 
agnostic, a flower-faced butterfly-garbed girl, 
a world weary traveler who had learned of 
many creeds in many climes, the eager eyed, 
interested boy and a woman. 

While devoid of special interest this out¬ 
line of how the Mormons spent New Year’s 
Eve will give some conception of them. 

In public these young men are becoming 
somewhat better known. Those who have 
heard Elder Rich speak in the temple or 
open air meeting have been greatly surprised 
by the knowledge and eloquence of this young 
advocate of an alien faith who aside from his 
attainments as a classical scholar has demon¬ 
strated his right to be considered in the first 
rank of orators. For, addressing audiences 
that are either hostile or indifferent, the rep¬ 
resentative of a religion that is repugnant to 
the majority of our people because of one 
phase of it, he speaks with the confidence of 
one who has something to say and knows 
how to say it. Speaking without gestures, 
standing almost immovable, his classical face 
illumine^ by that which is above the criti¬ 
cism of creeds, high ideals and sincere pur¬ 
pose, his musical, magnetic voice conveying 
his thought without effort, it almost seems 
as tho one of the Greek orators had stepped 
down through the ages to teach us the beauty 
of simplicity of speech and the power of 
words unmarred by meaningless movements 
and elocutionary poses. 




THEOSOPHICAL CONVENTION 


The National Theosophical convention to be 
held here April 2, has awakened greater 
activity than usual in local Theosophical 
circles. 

Prior to this the conventions were held in 
New York until Dr. Buck was elected presi¬ 
dent two years ago. Since then two have been 
held in his home city, Cincinnati. At the 
■earnest request of the Columbus branch it 
was decided to meet here this year. 

It is said that the society is part of a great 
movement which becomes more active in the 
latter part of each century under the guid¬ 
ance of some great teacher, who claims neither 
inspiration or divinity, but is regarded merely 
as a result of the psychic law and a part of 
.the evolution of mankind. 

The society, as a whole, was organized by 
Madame Helene P. Blavatsky, Colonel Olcott 
and W. Q. Judge in New York in 1875. 

Madame Blavatsky is one of the most com¬ 
plete characters of modern times. She brought 
theosophy into public notice by her odd per¬ 
sonality, marvelous science, philosophy and 
occultism, as well as her books, some of which 
are regarded as among the best in the liter¬ 
ature of theosophy. 

One of these, “The Secret Doctrine,” is a 
ponderous work which gives the occult teach¬ 
ings of ancient and modern religions, embrac¬ 
ing the evolution of the macrocosm and the 
microcosm. This work has been verified by 
eminent scholars. There are only five copies 
of it in Columbus, one of which is in the 
public library, and is in frequent demand 

In this city the society was organized in 
April, ’93, after public lectures on theosophy 
by Dr. J. D. Buck and Mrs. Annie Besant. 
There were thirteen charter members. Mr. 
W. B. Waggoner, the wellknown railroad man, 
was the first president and probably did more 
for the cause than any other who has been 
identified with it. Dr. Harriet L. Henderson 
is another charter member, who has done 
much for the society. She has a fine collection 
of books treating of theosophy and her library 
is free to all students of the subject. Rabbi 
Maurice Isenberg, of the Jewish synagogue, 
who was one of the best speakers and was 
greatly missed when he left the city, was also 
one of the charter members. 


The present officers or the society are: Mr. 
Charles H. Orr, president; Mr. W. N. Gourley, 
vice president; Mrs. Dora Sandoe Bachman, 
secretary and treasurer, and Miss M. I. Gard¬ 
ner, librarian. 

MRS. DORA SANDOE BACHMAN, 

Mr. Charles H. Orr, who will be one of 
the delegates to the coming convention, is a 
well-known business man whose judgment and 
ability in all practical affairs are known to 
many, but there are few who know that he 
is one of the best informed men in the city 
in all that pertains to theosophy, and not only 
believes its teachings, but can explain them 
with force and effect. 

The other delegate, Mr. J. H. Bachman, the 
lawyer, possesses profound knowledge of the 
occult, having given years of study to the 
literature that represents the thought of the 
world, giving to us a view of the civilization 
of the past with its accumulated treasures. 
His reading has been supplemented by medi¬ 
tation and this, by earnest labor in the cause 
which has as its first object the desire to form 
a nucleus of brotherhood without any distinc¬ 
tions whatever. Co-worker 1 with him is his 
wife, Dora Sandoe Bachman, who is also a 
lawyer and a woman of superior culture, 
whose attainments and talents are used in 
the noblest way—in the advancement of 
others. 

Among those who have been here under 
the auspices of the society are Claude Falls 
Wright, Dr. Buck, Mr. E. T. Hargrove, of 
London, England; Albert E. S. Smythe, of 
Toronto, Canad, editor of Light and author 
of book and verse — Grave and Gay.” (Sev¬ 
eral of his poems have been set to music by 
Mrs. Ella May Smith. Among them Love 
Lane, Eva and La Belle Maria as sung by 
Nordica.) Dharmapollo, the Singalese repre¬ 
sentative at the world’s congress of religions, 
and Countess Wachmerster of Stockholm. 
Of these Dr. Buck and Mr. Smythe are ex¬ 
pected to be at the convention; also such 
distinguished speakers as A. H. Spencer, 
of New York; Major Clark and Hon. George 
M. Coffin, of Washington, D. C.; Dr. A. P. 
Buchman, of Fort Wayne; Dr. W. R. Tenney, 
of Cincinnati, and J. Augustus Knapp, the 
well-known illustrator of that city. 

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UNCLE DAVE 


At the corner of Broad and Third streets, 
xnear the northeast entrance to the capitol 
•grounds, the passerby from early morning 
until late evening may see at the Humane 
society's watering trough a quaint, old darkey, 
who, when he is not at work, sits upon an 
improvised seat — a board fastened between 
»the iron and stone parts of the statehouse 
fence. His garments form a medley not only 
as to color but condition. This old darkey 
was born in bondage in old Virginia. He was 
first a field laborer and afterward a toiler in 
the rolling mills of his master. 

His self-assumed work now is attending to 
the checkreins of the horses driven up to the 
watering trough. This is a simple task ordi¬ 
narily, but not so when accompanied by the 
elaborate movements he deems necessary to a 
full and fair accomplishment of it. His ideas 
in this respect are most original, but he need 
mot get a patent on them, for no one could 
reproduce the wonderful gesticulations of 
arms, hands and feet nor the varied expres¬ 
sions of his face as he springs across the 
pavement to loosen a rein. When the thirst 
of the horse is quenched he pats them affec¬ 
tionately, readjusts the displaced lines and 
with many bows steps backward and bares his 
head to the occupants of the carriages or 
wagon. Some of these people never fail to 
give him some triffling sum for his services, 
but others do not thank him by even a bow 
or a smile of recognition. Yet true to him¬ 
self he is just as willing to serve these, and 
waves them goodby with as much importance 
as though they were most generous. In this 
he shows the nature of the true artist accord¬ 
ing to Emerson’s idea, for he puts himself 
into his work and does it as he conceives it 
should be done without regard to whether it 
pays much or little or nothing at all. It 
doesn’t pay much according to the time and 
the amount of work involved, as his average 
earnings are not more than 30 cents per day, 
but no amount of negligence can deprive him 
of the satisfaction he derives from knowing 
that his work is well and courteously done. 

A few days ago I noticed the agility with 
which he sprang across the pavement, and 
■said: 


“You move very quickly, Uncle.” 

“Fo’ suh, miss, I dun lahn to do dat undah 
my ol’ mas’r down ’n ol’ Virginy,” came the 
response, as he carefully shook the water 
from the broom with which he had swept the 
froth from the watering trough after the last 
horse had drank. 

“So you haven’t forgotten the teachings of 
your master,” I said. 

“Deed I hasn’t. He was a good mas’r, he 
was, an’ I doan want ter ferget what he 
teeched me when I’s libbin’ back dar.” 

“Do you often think of the old state, 
Uncle ?” 

“Ob Virginy?” The tone was subdued 
while the dim eyes looked off into space as 
if the Old Dominion was not very far away. 
Then he continued: “Oh, yes, I tinks ob it 
a heap ob late — dem was great days.” 

“Bohn an’ raised in Richmond. My mas’r 
libbe ’n Franklin street, in a great big house 
an’ a high wall all roun’ it an’ a fine drive 
leadin’ to de stable.” 

Clearly his mood was reminiscent, so I in¬ 
quired : 

“How long did you remain with your master 
after you were freed?” 

“Jes long enuf to get money to get away.” 

“But you said you had a good master. It’s 
strange you should have wished to leave him 
in such haste.” 

“Didn’t wish to leave him so much as jes 
wished to get up and get.” 

At this juncture the funeral train of one of 
his race passed and the old man said: “Dat’s 
sum s’ciety man. Nebber seen our pe’ple ride 
in slabery days. Ob cose when eny ob dem 
died, mas’r alius seed dat dey waz put away 
nice, but de rest ob us didn’t ride.” 

“Did you want to change places with the 
one who was so favored, Uncle?” 

“Sometimes I did,” he replied, in all sin¬ 
cerity and no rebuke for levity of speech 
could have been more severe than this simple 
reply. He looked so grave that I said: 

“Oh, Uncle, you are like the darkey in the 
song.” 

“What song, miss?” 

“Don’t you remember, ‘I am t’inkin’ ob de 
days ob dem yeahs dat’s passed away.” 


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138 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


■‘Oh, yes, I dun membah dat. I dun heah 
it of’en, but I’s dun forgot de most ob it. 
I’d jest like to heah it agen,” he said, as his 
eyes brightened with interest. At his request 
I repeated the words of the old melody. 

“Dat's jes de way I feels,” he exclaimed. 
“Oh dem days”— but his reminiscences were 
cut short, as a carriage drove up to the water¬ 
ing trough and he sprang to the post of duty, 
saying, “Scuse me, please.” 

Near the seat he had vacated I noticed a 
small pipe, and as he stepped back to his place 
I remarked: “You smoke, Uncle?” 

“Yes, a leetle, sometimes,” he replied with 
a note of apology in his tone. 

Dropping his dialect, I give in his own 
words some incidents connected with the slave 
life of Uncle David Thomas: 

“My first recollection was of being a dirty 
little black playing about with other little 
darkies, never minding what we had to wear, 
but always watching for something to eat. 
When I was quite a little boy, four of my 
sisters and two of my brothers were sold 
down South. Oh, but my mother did feel 
bad when they were taken away. I didn’t 
mind their going so much as I did the look 
on mother’s face when she looked at them 
for the last time. Her face was awful. It 
looked like stone. It made me afraid. That’s 
more than 60 years ago, but I can ‘see how 
she looked yet. We never expected to see 
them again, and we never did. They passed 
out of our lives forever, worse than if they 
were dead, for then we should have had their 
graves — it was terrible, but what could we 
do but bear it?” He paused long after this 
sentence that said so much in so few words, 
and breathed such philosophic resignation. 
After a little he continued : 

“Yes, there were some bright days. In the 
holiday time when no one had to work we 
tried to crowd a whole year of joy, for we 
could see our kinfolks then and be around 
something like we were free. But the best 
time we ever had then was not like the time 
master and his boys came and told us we 
were free Oh such a time as we did have. 
Old women and men that hadn’t been out of 
the house for years got out as spry as could 
be and everybody went down on their knees 
to give thanks for the blessing.” 


“How did you know it was a blessing?” I. 
asked. 

Such rapture as flashed into the old eyes 
as he exclaimed: “Why, miss, how could it 
be anything else? You don’t know what it 
means to hear you’r free. Free to walk where 
you please, do what you please. Why, it just 
makes a person feel like jumping for joy, but 
you can't understand that feeling, miss, cause 
yon never knew what it was not to be free. 

"Yes, I was a man then, but I had never 
known anything but work — first in the fields 
and afterward in the rolling mills. I remem¬ 
ber I was making iron in Atlanta, Ga., when 
John Brown was hung. My master, Joseph 
Anderson, had big rolling mills in that place. 
You remember the Merrimac, don’t you, and 
the work it did. Well, I cast the iron for 
the first gun used on the Merrimac, I did — 
that was made by Thomas, that was. I saw 
many exciting things in time of the war, but 
the wildest time I ever knew was when Rich¬ 
mond was taken. General Ewell had left with 
all his troops, but before he went away he 
ordered all the cotton and tobacco in the 
warehouses burnt, and while this was being 
done a good part of the city was burnt, too. 
Then the Yankee boys came marching in and 
we just went wild. They came to take the 
town and they did take it, too. They was 
boys for sure then. Now they are old, white- 
haired men. Ah, me, but that was a long 
time ago, but sometimes it comes back same 
as if it just happened. 

Lost in thought he sat for a few moments 
with bowed head, then looked up with a start, 
exclaiming, “Why, it’s time I was toting home 
— it’s evening.” Down from the fence he 
took his little lunch basket and with slow 
movements donned his coat, then looked up 
with a bright smile, saying, “Yes, I’ll be here 
tomorrow. I’m here every day at my work. 
I stay till evening, till late in the evening, 
but it’s getting very late now. I must go 
home and get some sleep and be ready for 
work. It’s almost dark.” 

As he walked away there came the thought, 
yes, it's getting late in the evening with you, 
uncle. It’s almost dark. And yet you are 
thinking still of your work. Faithful to the 
last to all that you have ever known — work. 


“THE APRON STRING.” 


“Tied to a woman’s apron string,’’ 

Is the phrase that leaps to the lips 
That voice contempt with subtle sting, 

For that which they cannot eclipse; 

For tho earth be searched for grander power, 

Tho the great their treasures bring 
The charm of gem and book and flower 
Will yield to the apron string; 

When the hands that tie are those you love 
As mother, sweetheart or wife; 

The hands that point to the heights above 
And lead to a larger life. 

ij* s|e % 

For love that lives is love that leads 
To the highest heights of the soul; 

The love that comes in your greatest need 
With power to inspire and console; 

And this love has a symbol quaint and old 
As any that you can bring — 

Its as fine as ever was wrought in gold 
But its only an apron string. 

Lines from “The Apron String,” suggested by criticism of Admiral Dewey, 
New York Times, June, 1900 and Columbus Press-Post. 


THE MAGIC OF A BUTTON. 


He entered a room filled with busy young 
women, the majority of them being official 
stenographers. Standing, hat in hand, his 
eyes raised now and then, until conscious of a 
glance meeting his, then, shifting furtively, 
he formed a humiliating spectacle for his 
cringing, servile demeanor indicated that he 
was a suppliant for alms, and his black, oily 
skin, matted white wool and dirty, ragged 
clothing, made him loathsome to the sight, re¬ 
pulsive to the sense. As he waited for some 
recognition, he seemed a fit representative of 
one who had never known a right, one who 
had never felt a thrill of manliness — in short, 
a born beggar. 

But what was that? Through the folds of 
a worn scarf gleamed a little bronze button, 
the insignia of the Grand Army of the Repub¬ 
lic. 

Down went the barriers of race pride, for¬ 
gotten was the scorn that his appearance had 
created, and a wave of tenderest emotion 
swept through the room, as from the farthest 
corner a man of noble bearing, with silvery 


hair and a face fair as a woman’s advanced 
with outstretched hand to greet the black, 
who, all at once, was invested with the dignity 
of one who has once been great — the dignity 
that cannot wholly depart from the meanest 
specimen of earth who has once served as a 
soldier in the greatest war of all times. 

There they stood, the negro and the Saxon. 
As far apart as the antipodes in a sense, for 
the one chanced to be a man of high intelli¬ 
gence, while the other, save for that one thing 
which had lifted him above his condition, was 
the lowest type of his race. But, between the 
two was a bond as strong as life or death — 
the bond that is but dimly perceived by those 
who have not known by personal experience, 
the deep feeling that unites those who fought 
for the Union in the darkest hour of its life. 

The spell of the moment was over all as 
the firm white hand of Joseph Bishop, Sec¬ 
retary of Board of Arbitration clasped the 
trembling black one and left a gift that does 
not demean the recipient under any circum¬ 
stances — the gift of a comrade. 





THRILLING, TRAGICAL, PATHETIC 
STORY OF REAL LIFE. 


Happiness is a matter of temperament, not 
of environment. In the little mining village 
of Daleton, Athens county, O., may be found 
the illustration of the truth of this axiom. 
Here lives a woman whose life has been one 
long struggle with sickness, sorrow, bereave¬ 
ment and adversity, with one experience so 
terrible it would have deprived most women 
of life or reason. Yet this woman lives and 
laughs, works and talks and enjoys an occa¬ 
sional holiday or some slight gift of remem¬ 
brance with the zest of a child. 

Pathetic, thrilling, tragical is the story of 
her life. Only the facts need be told. She 
was born in Scarborough, Yorkshire, Eng¬ 
land, 64 years ago. Her father, John Harring¬ 
ton, was a sea captain. In Scarborough, she 
met George Banks, a blacksmith in the dock¬ 
yards. Before she was 17 he won her for his 
wife. They continued to live in her native 
town several years. Finally Mr. Banks, who 
had adopted the Mormon faith, wished to 
come to America and join that sect in Utah. 

Fearlessly Mrs. Banks bade farewell to all 
connected with her childhood and embarked 
on an eight weeks’ sailing voyage to America. 

In Philadelphia Mr. Banks learned polygamy 
was practiced in Utah, and great was his per¬ 
plexity. His wife had been reared with one 
idea of the sacredness of monogamy. She 
believed in him. All the manhood in him re¬ 
volted at the thought of shaming her trust. 
His religious faith had been strong; his hu¬ 
man love was stronger. He renounced alle¬ 
giance to the Mormons. In relinquishing his 
religion he destroyed his best chances in a 
worldly way, for the people of Utah would 
have aided him by their influence. 

Manfully he faced the results of his renun¬ 
ciation and alone sought work at his old 
trade. He could not get employment, so tak¬ 
ing his family to Minersville, Pa., he entered 
the mines and learned to dig coal. 

In Pennsylvania at that time there was an 
element similar to the Molly McGuires. They 
made life such a terror to peace-loving people 
that many left the state, among them the 

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Banks family. They located in Minersville, O. 

Scarcely were they domiciled when across 
the sea came word that the mother of Mrs. 
Banks was dead. Soon after this, her father, 
while on a voyage to Calcutta, was drowned. 
A few months later her only brother, a ship 
contractor, perished in a wreck off the coast 
of Holland. 

One afternoon when Mrs. Banks was quite 
busy, her little boy, aged 7, asked if he might 
go to a neighbor’s house to play. She assented. 
From that moment to the present, a period 
of 40 years, no human being has ever seen 
or heard aught of Johnnie Banks. Somewhere 
in the world may live a man of 47 for whom 
this name will awaken memories that have 
long lain dormant, for his disappearance was 
not heralded to the world to any extent. 
Those most interested in him could not make 
the country ring with the story of their loss. 
They were held by the iron chain of poverty, 
and all save the mother believed he had met 
death in the Ohio. 

Back to the mine went the grief-stricken 
father to toil for subsistence, while the dis¬ 
tracted mother resumed her household duties. 
They had still their little daughter, but she 
could not fill the place of one who had left, 
not even the sorry consolation of a grave. 
Nor could another son, who came a few 
months later, do so. The baby died in a short 
time. 

Several years passed bringing many hard¬ 
ships, but they were only such as fall to the 
lot of all who toil and hope and see their 
efforts marked failure. They moved to Jack- 
son. O., and as time went by other children 
came until there were 11. But some strange 
fatality seemed to attend the boys, for three 
of them died in infancy. The girls lived and 
thrived until the youngest one, Varina, was 
stricken with brain fever on the day a brother 
was born. He lived, but she died in a few 
days. When another boy came a year later, 
there was half a fear that another calamity 
would occur. 



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Rebekah, the second daughter, in childish 
play pushed some cherry stones so far into 
her ears and could not get them out. Fright¬ 
ened at what she had done, she retrained from 
making known her distress and became en¬ 
tirely deaf. 

At Carbondale, O., Mr. Banks secured work 
in the mines and Mrs. Banks’ services soon 
became invaluable in the little community, for 
she had much natural ability as a nurse, and 
wherever there was sickness she went to min¬ 
ister to the afflicted. Her girls grew to 
womanhood, were married and their children 
came to share her love and care. One of 
these, George Phillips, while playing, found a 
box of concentrated lye, and dabbling his tiny 
hands in it conveyed it to his mouth. The 
deadly solution burned the delicate mem¬ 
branes of the throat and stomach until he died 
in agony in a few hours. His mother did not 
long survive him, and her other child was left 
to the care of his grandmother. 

Soon afterward their home and all the little 
accumulations of years were burned. Before 
they had fully recovered from this, Mrs. 
Banks one day went to Athens. While there, 
a message reached her, “Come at once.” She 
went home and found her husband dead. He 
had been killed by a fall of slate in the mine. 
The patient, quiet man with whom she had 
shared all the long, hard years, had been 
taken without time to say one word that 
should sustain her in after trials. The first 
of these came soon. James, the 16-year-old 
boy, who was working by his father’s side 
when the crash came, never recovered from 
the shock and died a year later. 

The mother’s remaining son, although but 
a child, went into the mines to earn a living 
for himself and her. She continued her work, 
but at times while at her daily tasks a deadly 
numbness crept over her and one day she fell 
stricken. When she regained consciousness 
she could not see. She was brought to Co¬ 
lumbus to consult Dr. Hamilton. He said she 
would always be blind in one eye, but that 
the other might be cured if her general sys¬ 
tem were not so weakened. 

“With absolute rest and freedom from care 
you may live four months, but work, worry— 
strain of any kind — will in all probability re¬ 
sult in your death before then.” 

Human fallibility! She lives and is still 
among the workers of the world, while with 
the one eye that skill has restored, she read 
of the death of the distinguished physician. 

Recently after reading of a man who had 
been stolen from his parents under circum¬ 


stances that indicated he may have been Mrs. 
Banks’ long lost son, I drove across the coun¬ 
try from Nelsonville to Daleton to see if the 
mother could furnish evidence pointing to this 
conclusion. 

I had often heard the mother say that never 
in all the years since he passed from her sight 
had she sought her pillow without wondering 
if her lost boy had a place to sleep, and never 
had she wakened in the morning without the 
hope that she would hear something of him 
before the day closed. 

Mrs. Banks had just returned from an all- 
night vigil at a sick neighbor’s. Although 
pale and worn, her face was brightened by a 
smile as she bustled about to make the cup 
of tea that is the first thing on the program 
for all who pass the threshold of Mrs. Banks 
as friend, casual caller or “just a tramp.” If 
she were denied the pleasure of extending this 
hospitality to anyone it would not be the 
tramp, for once she said to a neighbor who 
remonstrated: “Do you think I would turn 
anyone from my door, so long as I had any¬ 
thing to share. Why, I wouldn’t dare to hope 
that some woman would be kind to my boy 
if he should be wandering about in need of 
help.” 

“Mrs. Banks,” I said, after some talk, “How 
old is Johnnie now?” To her he is living. 

She gave his age, then looked at me with a 
tremulous smile, saying, “Why do you ask me 
this in such a strange way?” 

“I was just thinking of him, that’s all. By 
the way, did you have any enemies among the 
Mormons, any former acquaintances from 
England?” In an instant she was across the 
room and had me by the arm, saying: 

“Quick, tell me, what do you know?” The 
intensity of mother’s love spoke in her tone, 
in the strength of her hold, and in the pitiful 
quiver of her lips. I told her of the story. 
Points of similarity caused the mother’s face 
to glow with the light of hope, but there was 
discrepancy in time so great that further in¬ 
vestigation would have been vain. I asked if 
she still thought of him as the little lad who 
left her in the long ago, or as one now grown 
to manhood. 

She answered promptly: 

“I have seemed to see him grow from child¬ 
hood to youth and' then to manhood, so that 
I should not be surprised if, at any moment, 
a man whose hair is tinged with gray should 
enter that door and call me mother. But 
while his face is very clear at times, it grows- 
dim if I attempt to locate him.” 

“And can you- not believe him dead?” 


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“Oh, no, I wish I could, for then my mind 
■would be at rest. But always in my dreams 
I see him among the living and I know he 
is not dead. I believe that he will come to 
me before I die, but oh, the waiting has been 
long—40 years.” 

Long indeed! And her hope may seem but 
an illusion woven of the tissue of dreams, but 
-as our illusions are the source of our greatest 
happiness, it is as well for her to cherish this 
until she sees with clearer eyes. 


Her history furnishes a contrast to the life 
stories of those who fret and moan that the 
world is against them because forsooth they 
have had trouble or grief or have failed to 
reach the mountain tops of aspiration. They 
lack what sustains this woman — the happy 
temperament, the buoyant spirit that soars 
above the stress of circumstances, just as 
some light-winged bird may skin the surface 
of the sea and ride upon the crest of waves 
that threaten to engulf. 


PROGRESSION. 


Love that has to be won and held is love of little worth 
For love that is worth having was given before our birth; 

And tho we may touch on quicksands of passion’s wild desire 
And jealous doubt and longing these things but act as the fire 
That burns away the debris that clings about wood or coal, 

Before these blaze in upward flame resembling love of soul 
Which has so fine an insight that surface facts do not count 
For it sees beneath the seeming and drinks from deeper fount 
Than that which quenches thirst where the public e’er stands on guard 
To list the worth of each look and sound the depths of regard, 

That seems to be twixt those who speak; or marvel, eyes agape — 
When former friends in silence meet, tho these but bow to fate — 

When they pass and repass coldly in busy mart or street 
While their thought thrills forth a greeting sublimely true and sweet 
For those born for each other can pass the most crucial test 
And live in lands with seas between yet stifle all unrest, 

In peace that is understanding, and love so pure and rare 
It can look beyond the shadows with faith that says, “Elsewhere 
We shall meet and greet each other, our lives shall blend as one 
In another incarnation where high degrees are won.” 

Two masters wait the victors who can conquer in the strife 
Where soul and senses battle for supremacy or life; 

They wait these patient great ones for the glory of the hour 
When they may crown another with the wreath of god-like power. 
That falls on masters only who can guard a weaker soul 
For the men who sway the masses have fullest self control; 

They know life’s pendulum swinging down to darkest hour of night 
Will gaining momentum with distance swing back to heigher height 
Than that of lives that are as calm as a cloudless summer day 
For strongest natures swing to extremes there is no other way; 

They writhe in lowest depths of hell with devils of doubt and fear 
Or with joyous face and matchless grace ascend to the other sphere. 

So scorn not one who grovels in the dust with a broken wing. 
When this is cured he may rise again and teach you how to sing; 

As the cords of the heart vibrating under cruel, stinging blow 
Then a master’s hand hath struck it will sound through its wail of woe 
The minor strain of sweetness that ere sounds in lives that are sad 
The rare sweet melody never heard in music that is glad 
It sounds from natures strong in truth who cling to ideals in trust 
And grand in their faith can rise' each time they fall in the dust 
Lines from “ Progression published July, lf)0A. 




GENERAL JOE WHEELER 


SAYS THE UNITED STATES SHOULD HAVE SUPERVISION OVER 

THE AFFAIRS OF THE ISLANDS. 


RUSSIA WILL TAKE NO BACKWARD STEP IN CHINA —THE POST INSPECTED. 


General Joe Wheeler spent Tuesday morn¬ 
ing inspecting the Columbus Post and was 
much pleased with its condition. He thinks 
the command in much better shape than that 
usually found where the character of the 
troops is migratory. 

General Wheeler is cordial in manner, ani¬ 
mated in speech and talked quite freely to 
newspaper representatives on various topics 
principally those of a political and military 
nature. In speaking of the situation in the 
East he said: 

When I was in Hong Kong last spring I 
noticed the conditions in the Chinese Empire 
and decided that Russia would soon have a 
garrison in Pekin. My views of this may be 
wrong but Russia will take no backward step 
in China, unless it be temporarily and only 
with the idea of securing a firmer footing in 
China, just as one may swing the foot back¬ 
ward in order to step forward again. 

The General illustrated this remark with a 
movement of his foot then resumed the erect 
position which he had maintained throughout 
the talk. 

When asked what sort of government he 
thought should be granted the Philippines, he 
replied: 

I think a separate form of territorial gov¬ 
ernment would be of advantage, that is, per¬ 
mit the nine separate tribes to have their gov¬ 
ernors and make and execute their laws, but 
this government should guide them. When I 
was there I organized a system of this sort 
in town government and when asked by the 
native officials if they could do this or that, 
I told them that I did not wish to dictate to 
them but that I should appreciate their con¬ 
fidence, and with regard to the custom of their 
past to do what they thought was right. I 
did not ask them to report even on their 


government. They did so, and I told Otis I 
thought they would conform to the law if 
permitted this chance, but he did not agree 
with me. 

In reply to the question: “Do you believe 
in the present course of the administration in 
the Philippines?” he said: 

“Army officers always support the govern¬ 
ment but being an officer I should not discuss 
this question. When I retired from service 
I expressed my views very freely, but now 
that I have re-entered army life, I do not 
forget that a soldier's duty is to obey orders 
without question or comment.” 

“Then I may infer that your views have not 
changed since you expressed them so freely?” 

“That is the first question in another form,” 
said the General, with a twinkle in his eyes 
that indicated the inference would be correct, 
and after a moment’s pause he continued : 

"I do not think there will be an independent 
Philippine government for the people there do 
not want it, they think that Americans should 
guide their affairs.” 

At this point in the talk General Wheeler 
stepped to a map of the Philippines and 
pointed out various sections where four crops 
of rice or sugar could be raised in a season, 
and regretted that in all that fertile land 
there was but one railway. He also declared 
that the idea that Americans are not fitted 
for the work that would fall to them in the 
Philippines was erroneous, as they would nec- 
essarrily have to work in the rice or sugar 
fields where there were such splendid open¬ 
ings for manufactories and other industries. 

General Wheeler is a small man but one 
cannot without seeing him, realize how small 
a man may be and still be a fighter and a 
leader of men. 


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PECULIARITIES OF EUROPEAN LIFE 

AND COUNTRIES 


Mr. C. R. Parish has returned from his 
trip abroad, where he visited England, France, 
Italy, Switzerland, Austria and Bavaria. In 
his party were Dr. and Mrs. Oldham of this 
city and Dr. Gullen of Cleveland. Mr. Parish 
is enthusiastic in regard to all that he saw on 
his trip, which he describes in a very graphic 
manner. 

He visited many historical places that 
abound in London, among them Westminster, 
St. Paul’s cathedral, Tower of London and 
National art gallery, but was most interested 
in the Old Curiosity Shop, which Dickens 
made famous. He enjoyed the rides on top 
of omnibuses because of the opportunity 
offered him to see the people of London. He 
was surprised by the fact that in six days in 
London on crowded thoroughfares, where 
accidents always seemed about to happen, he 
never heard a profane word from a cab driver 
or any of the people whose lives are mostly 
spent on the streets. 

Mr. Parish spent a half hour in the house 
of commons and heard a very interesting dis¬ 
cussion of the African question. One speaker 
was angry about the mistakes made by the 
British government in Africa. Buckingham 
palace was one of the most interesting places 
visited. In the stables there were the finest 
horses in the land. In one stable 116 horses 
were quartered. Mr. Parish was honored by 
an invitation to dine with the United Empire 
league in the Mansion house, where all civic 
entertainments are given. The lord chief 
mayor of London presided, and representa¬ 
tives of different colonies made speeches. The 
address of Sir Charles Tupper of Canada was 
very fine. The Catacombs were explored by 
the party, who did not recover from the weird 
effects of their sojourn in that city of the 
dead for some time. The trip from London 
across the channel was made by way of New 
Haven and Dieppe, and was one of the 
swiftest steamer rides the party had ever en¬ 
joyed. The trip was made in three hours. 
From Dieppe the party went to Paris and 
spent 16 days in the gayest city of the world. 

Mr. Parish was asked if he experienced 


the almost intoxicating effects of the gayety 
that abounds, and replied that the people all 
seemed exhilerated, and qne could not long 
remain in the atmosphere without being en¬ 
livened. He said an Italian newspaper man 
who was their companion for a time had de¬ 
scribed the Parisians as a people who had 
gone crazy in entertaining themselves, and he 
thought the description very good, especially 
after learning that all theaters were kept open 
on Sundays and that the sidewalks were used 
much as our saloons for drinking purposes. 
Apropos of this, at the hotel where the party 
stopped wine was served with all meals, but 
every time icewater was ordered there was 
a charge of 1 franc. Mr. Parish thought this 
the most peculiar method of transacting busi¬ 
ness he had ever known. 

Bernhardt in her latest role was seen in 
all the glory of her own theater, and as a 
vivid contrast to this at Notre Dame the peo¬ 
ple were kissing a crown that was said to- 
have been the one worn by Christ. Napol¬ 
eon’s temple with the beautiful yellow light 
was very impressive. 

Of the exposition, Mr. Parish said little, 
dismissing it with the statement that he 
thought, from a financial standpoint, it was 
a failure, but in other respects would com¬ 
pare favorably with the world’s fair, especi¬ 
ally in the art exhibits. He found one place 
at the exposition endowed with a peculiar 
charm. It was in the building where an Am¬ 
erican company was serving corn in four 
different styles in order to introduce its vir¬ 
tues. The corn dodgers prepared and served 
by an old colored “mammy” were particularly 
enjoyable. Mr. Parish is authority for the 
statement that nothing at the exposition ex¬ 
celled them. 

In Italy the party reveled in the beauty of 
the land and sky and water, and felt that 
solemnity that overcomes all who stand in 
the ancient ruins that abound in that country. 
At Genoa a monument of Columbus attracted 
attention and in the cathedral a casket con¬ 
taining the ashes of John the Baptist were on 
exhibition. Mrs. Oldham was not permitted 



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14i> 


to view this edifying sight because, as the 
guard explained, she was a woman and it 
was a woman who caused John the Baptist 
to lose his head. The guard didn’t explain 
why one woman's treachery should prevent all 
others seeing the ashes of her victim,*but it 
was taken for granted that the people in the 
cathedral fear other men may lose their heads 
on account of women, especially if they hail 
from America. 

In the Leaning Tower of Pisa the party 
heard the chime of the seven bells and tested 
the echoes. Dr. Baritone sang “My Country 
'Tis of Thee,” and his rich lines were sounded 
back some time after the closing of each bar. 
The wonders of the Eternal City were first 
disclosed to the party while the funeral of 
the murdered King Humbert was in progress. 
It was a sight of such inspiring military 
grandeur as none of them expected to see 
again. From their hotel they could look 
directly into the square where the ceremonies 
were conducted, and this square, which was 
larger than that of the statehouse, was a solid 
mass of Roman spears and helmets above the 
vari-colored uniforms and magnificent floral 
offerings from many countries. 

The English embassador, with his retinue, 
attended the funeral, and afterward the Am¬ 
erican party secured an interview with him, 
which lasted an hour, and was spent in an 


informal manner. The drives along the 
Appian Way were noteworthy. Miss Vicker- 
ing, formerly of Evansville, Ind., but who now 
lias-charge of a Methodist .college In Rome, 
conducted the party through the Ghetto and 
other interesting places. 

The splendors of the Vatican were appre¬ 
ciated by all the party, but at the Temple 
of Jupiter, Mr. Parish entered a gate that 
had been inadvertantly left open, and now 
claims that at least one part of the Romulus 
and Remus story was absolutely true, for the 
wolf was still there. He saw it and heard; it 
howl. The guard returning suddenly caused 
him to leave without taking a snapshot of it. 

When asked if, “See Naples and die,” 
expressed his sentiments, Mr. Parish replied : 
“No, I wanted to get out of it as soon as 
possible, for with the beautiful bay before 
one and all the glory of an Italian sky 
above, the beggars and the fleas were toa 
persistent in • plying their business to permit 
one to enjoy himself. Even Vesuvius didn’t 
seem anything great on account of them. 
Half a day was spent in the ruins of Pompeii 
with their revelation of ancient life, and the 
party lingered as long as possible in Florence 
and Venice. 

From Venice the party went to Munich, 
thence through Austria to Oberammergau, 
where the Passion play was witnessed. 



MRS. ALFRED KELLEY. 


10 Y. & Y. F. 



FAVORITE RECIPES OF 
COLUMBUS WOMEN. 


Brilliat Savarin would come back to earth 
and distribute his gastronomic precepts unto 
all inhabitants if he could know that a talk 
which I heard recently voiced the opinion of 
a vast number of people who still believe that 
everything pertaining to the kitchen is com¬ 
monplace, if not degrading. The speakers 
were two young women, one an alleged house¬ 
keeper, the other a “lady clerk — not a sales¬ 
woman I’d have you understand.” They were 
energetically expressing their views of women 
who have aught to do with cooking and their 
talk indicated a belief that to be thoroughly 
refined one must possess extreme disdain for 
dinners and profound contempt for cooks. In 
this connection one of them made the sweep¬ 
ing assertion that she had always been too 
much of a “lady” to learn to cook. 

In one sense their words were not worth 
a thought, but as their remarks are echoed 
by a host who have not yet learned that cook¬ 
ing has been given a high place among the 
arts of civilization, it seemed worth while try¬ 
ing to devise some plan whereby all could be 
made to see how this subject is regarded by 
many women who live in luxury and have no 
need to toil either with brain or hands unless 
■so inclined; but who are far too sensible to 
think that their refinement is compromised by 
taking an interest in that which is of such 
vital importance to the race — cooking. 

Among the women of Columbus who do 
not deem this art unworthy of their attention 
are many of the gifted, gracious leaders in 
thought and dictators in the social realm, 
while meeting these professionally at various 
times, I incidentally learned that many of 
them could prepare dishes that would please 
the most exacting gastronomic discrimination 
and that others were co-workers with their 
cooks in helpful suggestions and personal 
superintendence of the most important feat¬ 
ures of each meal. It occurred to me that if 
their interest in this science were known, it 
might give to the women, who still regard 
cooking as a throwing together of things to 
be heated in a haphazard way, a different con¬ 
ception of their work. 


Knowing that a mere statement of this in¬ 
terest would be open to the criticism that it 
did not exist as a condition, but was merely 
a theory, I requested several of these women 
to furnish me with directions for the dish 
regarded with especial favor and prepared 
with the greatest care in their own homes. 
That they can change necessities into idealities 
and that they have a full understanding of 
what will provide for the enjoyment of the 
sense of taste is demonstrated by the recipes 
given and the preferences expressed. 

MRS. FRANK HICKOK EMPHASIZES 
“SOUP.” 

’Tvvas Byron said, “My way is to begin 
with the beginning,” and this seems to be 
the method adopted by Mrs. Frank Hickok 
when considering dinner, for she thinks the 
most important dish placed upon the table is 
soup. Other dishes may be left to the cook, 
but she personally supervises the making of 
the soup and upon the advent of a new cook 
gives patient instructions with regard to it 
until, imbued with her enthusiasm, the new¬ 
comer strives to make it a success. The fol¬ 
lowing recipe in smaller proportions is the 
one most frequently used. 

CONSOMME. 

Eight pounds of a leg of veal, eight 
pounds of the lower part of the round of 
beef, half a cupful of butter, twelve quarts 
of cold water, half a small carrot, two large 
onions, half a head of celery, thirty pepper 
corns, six whole cloves, a small piece each of 
mace and cinnamon, four sprigs each of pars¬ 
ley. sweet majoram, summer savory and 
thyme, four leaves of sage, four bay leaves, 
about one ounce of ham. Put half of the 
butter in the soup pot and then put in the 
meat, which has been cut into very small 
pieces. Stir over a hot fire until the meat 
begins to brown. Then add one quart of 
the water and cook until there is a thick 
glaze on the bottom of the kettle (this will 
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the water and let it come to a boil. Skim 
carefully and set back where it will simmer 
for six hours. Fry the vegetables which have 
been cut very small, in the remaining butter 
for half an hour, being careful not to burn 
them. When done, turn this into the soup 
pot, and at the same time add the herbs and 
spice. Cook one hour longer, salt to taste 
and strain. Set in a very cold place until 
morning, when skim off all the fat. Turn the 
soup into the pot, being careful not to turn 
in the sediment, and set on the fire. Beat the 
whites and shell of two eggs with one cup 
of cold water. Stir into the soup and when 
it comes to a boil, set back where it will 
simmer for twenty minutes. Strain through 
a napkin and if not ready to use, put away 
in a cold place. This will keep a week in 
winter but not more than three days in sum¬ 
mer. This is the foundation for any clear 
soup, the soup taking the name of the solid 
used with it, as “Consomme with Macaroni,” 
•etc. 

MRS. C. F. ACTON TELLS HOW SHE 
PREPARES HALIBUT. 

Mrs. C. F. Acton, who lives with her 
daughter, Mrs. Hickok, is fond of oldfash- 
ioned cooking in general; but is somewhat 
partial to a dish that is often prepared from 
a recipe that is not found in any cook book 
but was furnished by a daughter to whom it 
was given by the principal of the Boston 
Cooking School while a pupil there. By 
chance this creation followed the soup in the 
most approved order for it was a 

FILLET OF HALIBUT A LA POU- 
LETTE. 

To prepare it, wash the fish quickly as pos¬ 
sible, cut it into thin slices 4 by 2 inches, 
place a thin slice of onion on each slice of 
fish, spread the fish on a large dish, cover 
and put away in a cool place for half an hour. 
At the end of that time, remove the onion, 
season the fish with salt and pepper, then dip 
in melted butter (for 2 pounds of fish add 4 
tablespoonfuls of butter) roll up the slice and 
fasten with a toothpick, dredge lightly with 
flour, place in the pan and put in hot oven 
for fifteen minutes. The oven must be very 
hot to brown them nicely. Arrange the rolls 
on a hot dish, pour white sauce around and 
sprinkle the yolk of a hard boiled egg (sifted 
through a strainer) over them, garnish as you 
please. For the sauce, one cup of white stock, 
chicken or veal, one cup of cream, tablespoon¬ 


ful of chopped onion, 2 tablespoonfuls of 
butter, 2 scant tablespoonfuls of flour, salt 
and pepper to taste. Put the butter and 
chopped onion in a little frying pan, cook ten 
minutes, being careful not to burn it, then 
add the flour and stir until smooth and 
frothy. Gradually add the stock and let it 
simmer ten minutes. Add the salt, pepper and 
cream, let it boil and strain. 

MRS. CAMPBELL CHITTENDEN 
LIKES ALMOND PUD¬ 
DINGS. 

Mrs. Campbell Chittenden likes almond 
puddings and often suggests that the follow¬ 
ing recipe be used in compounding a dish, 
which is fittingly described as “preserving the 
sweetness of proportion and expressing itself 
beyond expression.” The ingredients are: 1 
pint of milk, 1-4 pound of butter, 1-4 pound 
of flour, 3 ounces of sugar, 1-4 pound of 
almonds (grated), 6 eggs. 

The preparation requires care. Put all the 
milk, except a small cupful, and the butter on 
the fire until it boils, wet the flour with the 
small cupful of cold milk and add it to the 
milk and butter on the fire. Keep it all on 
the fire, stirring constantly, until it keeps the 
vessel containing it clean. Then remove it 
and add the sugar and almonds and the yolks 
of the eggs. Beat the whites thereof to a 
stiff froth and add it also. Butter the pud¬ 
ding form and sprinkle all the sides and bot¬ 
tom with bread crust crumbs. Fill the form 
with the pudding and boil it in water for 
one and a half hours, taking care that no 
water enters the form. 

Sauce — Mix a heaping teaspoonful of flour, 
a small cup of sugar and three egg yolks. 
Boil this, add lemon juice for flavor and the 
whites of three eggs. 

MRS. RUTHERFORD PLATT. 

“If you give me any conserves, give me 
conserves of beef,” is a quotation applicable 
to the dish that Mrs. Rutherford Platt favors. 
Quite fragile in appearance, it seemed a little 
odd that she has not found in all the varied 
concoctions of modern times any dish that she 
likes better than roast beef. 

MRS. ALFRED KELLY’S “ENIGMA.” 

Mrs. Alfred Kelly is one of the few women 
who are not afraid to launch boldly into the 
unknown waters that surround every experi¬ 
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present to her friends a savory concoction 
that is a concept of her own. She left her 
creation nameless, but it should be called “An 
Enigma.” To prepare it take a very young 
calves’ liver, hollow it and fill with the richest 
dressing, serve with brown mushrooms. 

The sauce requires one can of French 
mushrooms, two cupfuls of stock, two table¬ 
spoonfuls of flour, four of butter, salt, pepper. 
Melt the butter, add the flour and stir until 
a very dark brown, then gradually add the 
stock. When this boils up, add the liquor 
from the mushrooms. Season and simmer 
twenty minutes. Skim off any fat that may 
rise to the top. Add , the mushrooms and 
simmer five minutes longer. Too much cook¬ 
ing toughens the mushrooms. 

MRS. KELLY’S PUNCH. 

I * . 

Mrs. Kelly also compounds a punch that is 
very -refreshing arc! agreeable in flavor. For 
this drink she takes one-half part of cider, 
sweet or slightly hard, and one-fourth of red 
wine usually Virginia seedling. The remain¬ 
ing fourth is composed of the juice of lemons 
and oranges, 3 parts of the lemon to 1 of 
or nge. This is sweetened to taste and made 
attractive to sight with ice crystals and a few 
slices of lemon. 

MRS. GILBERT H. STEWART’S RE¬ 
CIPE FOR WELSH RAREBIT. 

Mrs. Stewart, wife of Judge Stewart, meets 
with such unqualified success in making one 
difficult dish that her friends are enthusiastic 
in their praise of it and her husband is brave 
enough to partake of it for his midnight 
lunch. His courage recalls the lines, “Oh 
what men dare do, what men may do, what 
men daily do without knowing what they do,” 
for the dish is that fascinating creation, Welsh 
rarebit. 

The directions for making it, given with the 
vivacity that characterizes Mrs. Stewart’s talk, 
are as follows : 

Butter a dish, put in it one pound of cheese 
and the usual condiments, salt, pepper, paprika 
in generous quantities, then take one dessert 
spoonful of mustard and stir into it the yolk 
of one egg, heat the ingredients until the 
cheese melts, then stir, stir, stir as the suc¬ 
cess of the dish depends upon the stirring, 
add tablespoonful to half glassful of beer and 


stir, stir, stir. Serve immediately. This is 
good with any kind of a drink. 

MRS. JOSEPH ANDREW JEFFREY 
BELIEVES IN WHOLESOME 
PREPARATIONS. 

Mrs. J. A. Jeffrey always has upon her 
table some one of the more nutritious forms 
of food, such as rice, macaroni, beans, and 
these are always served in some palatable 
manner. Although Mrs. Jeffrey has not 
cooked any for years, she has demonstrated 
her ability in that line in the past, and could 
do so again without difficulty. So much im¬ 
portance does she attach to the proper pre¬ 
paration of food that if the education of her 
daughters were to be given over again, she 
would take each one of them from school at 
the age when girls manifest the greatest in¬ 
terest in domestic affairs, from T2 to 15, and 
have them given an all-round training in 
cooking, not because they are disappointing 
in their achievements in this line, but because 
she believes it would have been so much better 
for them t© have had this training in early 
life. 

Mrs. Jeffrey is brilliant in conversation on 
all general subject possessing that touch and 
go-lightness that is so charming, but she 
never talks so well on any subject as upon 
those concerning the home — not only her own 
home, but those of others who perhaps never 
knew that this cultured woman has given so- 
much thought to the problems that confront 
those of limited means, especially that which 
pertains to supplying food of maximum value 
at a minimum cost. So thoroughly has she 
studied this subject that it is more than prob¬ 
able, if called upon to apply her knowledge 
in a practical way, she could serve attractive 
and wholesome meals at far less cost than the 
unwholesome dishes that are often placed 
upon tables under the plea of economy, but 
which really are due to ignorance of relative 
food values. 

Possessed of the rare attribute that enables 
the possessor to enter into the feelings, the 
hopes and difficulties of others, she seems to- 
divine what is most helpful to them and she 
believes that one great need of a large class 
of people is education along this line of food 
values until they shall realize that the whole¬ 
some dishes which constitute so large a part 
of the menu of her household furnish the 
best diet. 


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MRS. ELISE FITCH HINMAN LIKES 
SALADS AND GAMES. 

Mrs. Elise Fitch Hinman has a preference 
for salads and game which is certainly a com¬ 
bination that would give to satiety a new de¬ 
sire for food and undoubtedly proves that Mrs. 
Hinman is possessed of nerves for appreciat¬ 
ing flavors. 

MISS HELEN WRIGHT CAN WORRY 
ALONG WITH A COLD BOTTLE 
AND A HOT BIRD. 

Miss Helen Wright asks nothing better of 
the gods so far as the sense of taste is con¬ 
cerned, than a cold bottle, a hot bird and a 
lettuce salad — the more condiments the better. 
The taste that requires this blending, seems 
to represent in a piquant way the individual 
in much the manner that Garrick was de¬ 
scribed as a salad because “in him we see oil, 
vinegar, sugar and saltness agree.” 

MISS WRIGHT’S SALAD. 

An excellent salad is made by taking two 
small or one large head of lettuce. Break 
off all the leaves carefully, wash each sepa¬ 
rately, and throw into a pan of ice water, 
where they should remain an hour. Put them 
in a wire- basket or coarse towel, and shake 
out all the water. Either cut the leaves with 
a sharp knife or tear them in large pieces. 


Mix the French'dressing with thenv and serve 
immediately. - . 

MRS. OUTHWAITE. 

Mrs. Joseph Outliwaite is fond of sweet 
breads with mushroom sauce and they are 
very apt to be on the menu of the family 
table or served to her friends who find Mrs. 
Outhwaite’s entertainments delightful in every 
way. but particularly so in the delicacies which 
she suggests shall be prepared for them. 

The following recipe is used in the prepa¬ 
ration of the delicacy: 

CREAMED SWEETBREADS AND 
MUSHROOMS. 

Parboil three pair of sweetbreads, after cut¬ 
ting each pair in four pieces, so that they are 
a suitable size to serve at table. 

Take one pint of cream and heat in a 
double boiler. Add two tablespoonfuls of 
flour and the same of butter, well' mixed to¬ 
gether; also, two tablespoonfuls of sherry 
wine; heat the sweetbreads hot in the cream 
and serve. 

Peel three baskets of fish mushrooms. Put 
them in a dish on the back part of the stove 
to draw out the juice. Add a little salt. After 
standing awhile add a few spoonfuls of cream 
and the same of flour, well mixed together, 
and heat all thoroughly. Serve on pieces of 
buttered toast with the sweetbreads. 


WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU 
WERE MANAGING EDITOR? 


If you were managing editor of the Press- 
Post, what change would you inaugurate first? 

This is the question I recently asked a 
number of the leaders of thought in this 
city. 

I believed that every expression of opinion 
voiced by the representative men of Columbus 
regarding this subject would be free from 
party acrimony and petty personalities. This 
hypothesis was based upon—knowledge gained 
through years of professional acquaintance- 
. ship with them during which it was learned 
that they can give the reply courteous always. 

Of course I haven’t heard them all speak 
under all circumstances but one may judge 
of the whole by a part just as the size of a 
circle may be determined from a segment of 
the circumference. 

Let their replies prove if my inference was 
correct. 

GENERAL BEATTY. 

"If I were managing editor of the Press- 
Post I’d have larger type used so it could be 
read by people whose eyes are not so good as 
they used to be. I take your paper but I 
can't read anything but the headlines, not 
even the editorials so I’d have to begin with 
this mechanical change before I could make 
any other.” 

"Wouldn’t the change you mention be from 
the viewpoint of General Beatty and not from 
that of the editor.” 

“By no means. Wouldn’t I be considering 
the vast number of people who, like myself, 
would like to read the newspapers but can’t, 
on account of the small print in most of them? 
The headlines in The Press-Post just suit me 
but of course one couldn’t have the entire 
paper of that size so the people who are get¬ 
ting old will have to rely on others if they 
keep up with current events.” 

MR. MARTIN GEMUENDER. 

“I would make it a point to have all records 
of laws that had been pronounced unconstitu¬ 
tional by the Supreme Court carefully exam¬ 
ined from time to time. Then I would publish 
in the most conspicuous way the names of the 
men who were instrumental in the enactment 
of those laws in order that the public might 


not forget that they had once betrayed public 
trust. I should do this in regard to municipal 
affairs also for too often in the hue and cry 
about that which affects the welfare of the 
public the men who are responsible for vicious 
laws or decisions are permitted to escape in¬ 
dividual criticism and at some future time 
they bob up and are re-elected to some place 
where they can betray those who have trusted 
them.” 

That Mr. Gemuender’s idea will be made 
practicable is evident from the following which 
appeared immediately after he had voiced the 
above sentiment. 

The Press-Post gives notice here and now 
to every alleged Democrat in the city council 
that if he votes away the people’s rights with¬ 
out availing himself of the disinterested in¬ 
formation to be given by Professor Bemis he 
will find his name repeatedly presented from 
time to time to this community as a man un¬ 
worthy of a public or private trust. And while 
it is the policy of this paper not to take part 
in the nominations of candidates for office, 
vet we want it distinctly understood that 

■ i ' 

should any name ever come before the people 
for nomination or election that may appear 
upon the roll of dishonor after next Monday 
night’s meeting of the council, The Press- 
Post will not neglect any opportunity to 
warn the people against such a traitor. The 
Prest-Post can serve the Democratic part) 
best by serving the people best. 

HON. D. J. RYAN. 

leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes 
with the resigned, wearied air of a man who 
has passed the limit. He remained in this 
attitude and the silence was like that of a 
deserted mining camp. Then without opening 
his eyes and almost without opening his 
mouth, he said: 

“Well, I would try to make the strong 
features of The Press-Post more conspicuous 
and get farther and farther away from the 
old, orthodox newspaper and all inherent con¬ 
servatism. Originality or daring is so rare 
in newspapers that I believe the public wel¬ 
comes any change, so I’d reject traditional 
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this idea I would endeavor to recognize 
capacity, honesty and intelligence in all places 
and would criticise the antitheses of those 
among my personal or party friends just as 
I would praise that which was worthy of it 
among my personal or party enemies. You 
see, I would consider that I was advancing 
the best interests of the paper and of the 
public by making myself and my friends sub¬ 
ordinate to it.” 

“To what extent would you carry this sub¬ 
ordination?” 

“To the extent of refusing to permit any¬ 
thing to appear as a reply to the attacks of 
enemies, however bitter they might be, for 
the paper should not be made an organ to air 
personal or party grievances. Understand, I 
am not advancing these opinions as criticisms 
of The Press-Post, for I think its trend is in 
the direction I have indicated, but I would 
make it stronger in this direction.” 

“Uet me get you correctly. You believe 
that a paper placed on the plane you outline 
would be successful from every standpoint?” 

“Assuredly. If kept there a sufficient length 
of time to enable the public to understand its 
position. For, say what we may when in¬ 
clined to be pessimistic, public opinion will 
ever bow in admiration and appreciation of 
fairness and having gained a higher and wider 
influence with the general public the business 
prosperity of any paper would be increased 
and after a time the denunciation of those 
most opposed to the plan at first would be 
silenced.” 

DUANE H. BAKER. 

“Oh, do ask-me something easier.” 

“I can't. It’s down on the bills and has 
to be done.” 

“And the sooner the better, is that it?” 
Well, then, the only thought I’ve ever had in 
this connection is that were I the manager 
of any newspaper I would have fewer illustra¬ 
tions.” 

“That’s a little odd for one of your pro¬ 
fession, unless you mean to advocate quality 
in place of quantity?” 

“That is just what I would advocate and 
insist upon having. Fewer and better illustra¬ 
tions than those presented by the majority of 
papers throughout the country. Of course 
there would be exceptions where cartoons 
were hastily put before the public in order 
to present some political situation, or when¬ 
ever a picture could aid an argument, but 
when the occasion didn’t demand it, I wouldn’t 
have illustrations just because I could, for 


when pictures appear with such frequency as 
in many papers, they are considered a matter 
of course and fail to attract, as they would 
if used more sparingly.” 

MR. J. Y. BASSELL. 

“It seems to me The Press-Post is managed 
in a very admirable manner being bright, full 
of news given in a snappy manner, displaying 
good advertisements, etc., so I don’t think of 
any change that I would suggest from my con¬ 
ception of it as a reader and if placed in the 
position of manager I’m quite sure I would 
not make any changes until I had thoroughly 
studied every department with a view to see¬ 
ing where they would be most effective. But, 
from the very first. I’d keep my eye on the 
business part of the institution and I’d notice 
any falling off or increase in the advertise¬ 
ments, or any defection or acquisition in the 
subscription list.” 

“Do I understand then, that the commercial 
returns would receive your first attention?” 

“Most assuredly, and if they were satis¬ 
factory I’d begin to study other things in 
connection with the paper, but I wouldn’t 
attempt anything unless the financial returns 
warranted it.” 

“You’d have no special editions and there’d 
be no lime-light displays ?” 

“Not until I felt safe as to where they 
would land with regard to the money part.” 

DR. J. F. BALDWIN. 

The man who can crowd more into one 
day than the average man can get out of a 
month and who can talk on any theme whether 
science, literature, music, old world traditions, 
social problems or the topic of the moment 
and talk in such a way that those with whom 
he converses feel as if they were receiving a 
mental bath, replied : 

“My first thought as managing editor of The 
Press-Post or any newspaper would be to 
make it what it has always seemed to me the 
ideal newspaper should be. A paper of news 
and nothing else.” 

“What would be the initial step toward this 
ideal newspaper?” 

“I would exclude all stories and novelettes 
and the leading departments of science, art, 
etc., should be under the direction of experts 
who should furnish to the paper all occur¬ 
rences of importance in their respective de¬ 
partments. This would include not only dis¬ 
coveries, inventions, etc., but a brief sketch 


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of the life and work of any notable on the 
occurrance of his death.” 

‘‘Discoveries, inventions and death, such as 
you mention, are covered by all papers.” 

“Not as they should be, for I have fre¬ 
quently noticed that the death of some of the 
•world’s greatest benefactors, those whose 
works entitled them to grateful remembrance, 
ignored by the newspapers and mentioned 
only in the magazines.” 

“What about personals?” 

“Something in the way of personals would 
doubtless be in place in any newspaper, but 
these items should be only such as are of real 
public interest and should be reduced to a 
minimum. The greatest attention should be 
given to all public questions which should be 
freely discussed, full opportunity being given 
for the presentation of both sides. But don’t 
you think I’ve more than covered the ques¬ 
tion? In fact, said too much?” 

“In the words of the Indian, ‘Too much is 
not enough’.” 

“Well, then. I'll add that which for the 
moment I had nearly forgotten, but which I 
have long deemed of paramount importance 
in conducting a newspaper, and this is that all 
communications, including editorials, should 
be signed and all advertisements should be 
classified, should be limited to the advertising 
and should include no fraudulent, immoral or 
'questionable matter.” 

MR. BEN HARMON. 

“I’d cut the size of the paper,” was his 
incisive and unqualified response. He was 
asked to explain his sweeping statement which 
he did in these words: 

“The newspapers of the day are far too 
bulky. We are trammeled by them. A busy 
man has to wade through pages of stuff for 
which he has no use; stories, verse and sup¬ 
posed to be jokes; clippings from other papers, 
recipes without number with regard to making 
candy; others telling 11 s how to keep young, 
as if one wouldn’t get old before he’d get 
half way through a paper. This doesn’t apply 
particularly to The Press-Post for all the 
papers are alike as each one is trying to 
excel the other in magnitude. I’d face the 
other way and if I only had one page it 
should be a newspaper.” 

“What of the people who may be interested 
in that which those who lead strenuous lives 
consider wearisome?” 

“They are in the minority,” and in any 


business “the greatest good for the greatest 
number should be the aim.” 

“There are some who have a better aim 
than that?” 

“I’d like to know what could be better than 
this aim. Pardon me, the remark was in¬ 
voluntary.” 

“Never mind that. Explain it. I am inter¬ 
ested in knowing what you think is a better 
aim than that which I’ve cited, what is it, 
please ?” 

“The greatest good for all.” “Oh, a sermon 
in a line.” “But I can’t see why all should 
be considered in determining the size of a 
paper. Those who wish to read some of the 
things I have cited could depend upon the 
magazines.” 

“Oh, I understand you now, some could 
not buy a magazine as readily as a paper.” 

“Well, I’ll tell you how I’d fix that; I’d 
publish a magazine and throw it in with the 
paper. But if everyone talked as much as I 
have my idea would go glimmering, wouldn’t 
it?” 

MR. HOWARD PARK. 

turned from the consideration of dividends 
and shares to say with a laugh of amusement: 

“I’d try to make the paper so attractive and 
popular that my subscribers would wish to 
pay three years’ subscription in advance and 
advertisers would engage space three months 
ahead.” 

“Please specify the methods you would 
employ to bring about so desirable a result?” 

“I throw up my hands, so if you will 
excuse me until I get through with some 
of the people, I’ll tell you so much about 
the management of a newspaper that you’ll 
see it would be comparatively easy for me 
to run one.” 

Before he had finished talking with the 
other people it seemed that it would be com¬ 
paratively easy for a banker to run any kind 
of business. At last, Mr. Park said : 

“Placed in the position of managing editor 
I would try to make The Press-Post or any 
newspaper just what the name implies — a 
paper dealing strictly with news and I’d bar 
everything that did not come under that 
head.” 

“It would be interesting to learn what you 
consider news.” 

“All public affairs irrespective of party 
affiliations, all enterprises and deeds that 
appeal to the higher instincts of men and all 
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mal and moral movements of the world. But 
I would not consider neighborhood brawls, 
family quarrels or domestic infelicity matters 
of general interest, so I would eliminate these 
from the paper ' over which' I had control. * 
Then I would never permit the desire to be 
first with the news to; overshadow the prin¬ 
ciple of never allowing anything published 
that reflected against the good name of any 
person without first giving that person ample 
opportunity to justify his or her position. 
Now, will this pass me?” 

REV. JOHN C. HEWITT. 

“The Press-Post is up-to-date with news 
and with timely and well-written editorials. 
But, if I were its manager I would use scare- 
heads less lavishly, try to make the headlines 
more accurately reflect the facts contained in 
the body of the articles, especially the dis¬ 
patches : use larger type for all running mat¬ 
ter: cut out the ‘People’s Forum’ and pictures 
of criminals; give criminal news less prom¬ 
inence, also reports of divorce suits; print all 
sermons in minion, and the headlines of Dr. 
Talkwell’s sermons in the most pessimistic 
italics I could find in the font.” 

“Isn’t that a little severe from a church 
man ?” 

“It’s what I would do in the position you 
mention. You asked me for an opinion. I’ve 
given it to you. 

“It won’t express anything more than I 
mean in this connection, for I would tell Dr. 
Talkwell to his face what I think of his pessi¬ 
mistic attacks upon the church.” 

JUDGE TOD B. GALLOWAY. 

"I would give every writer on the paper 
more latitude than is given to the writers on 
any paper in Columbus and avail myself of 
all individuality where it did not seriously 
interfere with the general policy of the paper.” 

“You might please some writers, but as to 
the public, wouldn’t that be another question?” 

“I think those who meet the public face to 
face are better fitted to know what will please 
it than those who view it from a greater dis¬ 
tance in the capacity of editors.” 

“Sometimes the writers get too near things 
“to view them properly.” 

“They’d have to see to that. I d place that 
responsibility upon them.” 

“You wouldn’t give them a chance to get 
•out of anything, would you?” 

“Get out of anything? Oh, I see. No, 


they shouldn’t place the blame upon me to 
any great extent if things didn’t appear to 
the best advantage. But, of course, in pur¬ 
suing this plan, I should be very careful to 
select the best and most brilliant writers, 
those who possessed instinctive and instructive 
taste and could work alone; then, after a 
careful study of the line for which each 
seemed adapted I would send them out on 
that line, saying: ‘The field is yours. Make 
the most and the best of it.’ But I shouldn’t 
have any one on my staff who worked only 
for the money, and I should aim to get those 
who couldn’t do anything else in the world 
quite so well as they could write, because 
there was nothing they liked to do so well, 
so the highest, best work would be at my dis¬ 
posal.” 

“I see. These are vulgar things we pay 
for.” 

"That is just what I mean. On mechanical 
lines conscientious work for a given length 
of time may be bought. But no salary, how¬ 
ever large, can buy what is in my estimation 
the great essential for success in a newspaper, 
the heart force of the writers. I should do 
everything in my power to secure this before 
studying any other phase of the work of a 
managing editor.” 

JUDGE BIGGER. 

“I would not permit so much space to be 
given to the details of divorce trials as is 
usually deemed necessary to satisfy the public 
clamor. I would restrict everything concern- , 
ing these to the merest news account, for — 
well, for obvious reasons. There are some, of 
course, who must know of the revolting things 
so often brought out in divorce trials, but I 
wouldn’t permit these to be inflicted upon the 
public in general. I’d try, as manager of a 
paper, to consider the best interests of the 
community in this respect.” 

“Even if your circulation decreased, while 
that of the other papers was doubled?” 

“Well, I don’t know as I would if the other 
papers published them, and it came to a prac¬ 
tical test, for, of course, I should have to 
look at the subject from the standpoint of 
one whose duty it would be to do everything 
to advance the interests of his paper, but I 
tell you what I would do, I’d try to get the 
managers of all the other newspapers in town 
to combine with me in this. I’d try to get 
them to organize a non-publication society, as 
it were, to exclude from all the papers any¬ 
thing but the news account of these disgust- 


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ing trials. I think some such agreement could 
be reached and if so it would certainly be 
beneficial to the public.” 

JUDGE EVANS. 

“I'd see to it that all the news and especi¬ 
ally that of local import was placed in one 
place so that a busy man could find what he 
wished without having to wade through the 
entire newspaper with its medley of stories 
and things he doesn’t care to see. This is a 
busy age and we wish the news with the least 
possible exertion. So in the position named 
I would strive to give my readers that for 
which they cared and would place it in a con¬ 
spicuous place apart from all other matter.” 

“What about advertisers who would wish 
space along with the news articles. You 
couldn't afford to lose them?” 

“That’s so. Well, I’ll tell you what I 
would do then. I’d have the news indexed 
and classified so that a busy man could turn 
to it as readily as we turn to the editorials. 
Fancy a man having to read pages of miscel¬ 
lany in order to strike an editorial now and 
then. He’d get tired and quit just as many 
of us are forced to do when in quest of some 
particular news. I’d try having a particular 
place where one could find anything that hap¬ 
pened at the State House, the prison, the 
court house, city hall, etc., more readily.” 

JUDGE BADGER. 

“I’d ask some good newspaper man, one 
who has been trained in the business from 
the ground up to advise me what to do and 
then I’d follow his advice.” 

"In short, you would manage the paper only 
in name?” 

"That's it exactly for I’d be so wholly in¬ 
competent in such a position that the only 
thing I could do would be to sit back and 
let some one else be the real manager.” 

“But you might not find anyone obliging 
enough to manage the business for you?” 

"In that case I'd let the paper run itself, 
feeling sure that it wouldn't run in the ground 
more rapidly than it would if I tried to run 
it," and the judge indulged in such hilarious 
laughter at the mental picture he had formed 
of himself as managing editor that his mirth 
was contagious. After we had passed from 
the world of laughter, I said: 

"So you wouldn't make a change?” 


“No, I couldn't,” responded the judge dol¬ 
orously. "I'd be at the mercy of every man 
and woman who worked for the paper, I’d 
have to let them do as they pleased.” 

"In which case the women would be most 
merciful for you would thus place in their 
hands the key to happiness.” 

“I’ll remember that if I ever have charge 
of a paper. But now let me ask you to an¬ 
swer your own question ? What would you 
do first if you were the manager?” 

“Discharge half the force the very first 
hour.” 

“For what reason?” 

“For no reason whatever. Just to let them 
know what I was.” 

"Oh, I see,” said the judge. “Just make a 
bluff with the possibility that I might con¬ 
vince someone I did know something about 
the business. But I don’t believe I could even 
make a good bluff as an editor.” 

“Nor as a candidate for—” 

“Hold, enough,” quoth the judge with- 
dramatic fervor and the entire “staff” asked 
for a day off. 

HON. PHILIP BRUCK. 

“If I were managing editor of The Press- 
Post or any other paper, I would have an- 
ideal paper by dictating the policy from the 
editorial rooms and if I were in the news¬ 
paper business for money the counting room 
would be its head.” 

“I fear I don't get your meaning.” 

"Why, I mean that the counting room of 
any paper should not rob the editorial rooms- 
of their strength. The money part should 
yield to the brains always and if the editor 
or editors aje restricted in carrying out their 
ideas for the advancement of the paper 
through the money consideration the paper 
can never be ideal. A broad and liberal spirit 
should dominate in the editorial department 
and it should not be held in check by the 
consideration that someone will not take the 
paper that gives expression to certain ideas or 
that some advertiser will withdraw his adver¬ 
tisements if the paper doesn’t conform to what 
he thinks it should be.” 

These are their theories but in giving them 
none forgot that in trying to practice these 
they might learn in their fullest significance- 
the truth of the words: 

“I could easier teach twenty what were good 
to be done than be one of the twenty to follow 
mine own instructions,” 


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DR. REXFORD. 

“Just a little while ago I mentioned to an 
editor something that I thought called for 
reform in all the newspapers. So placed in 
the position you mention I should undoubtedly 
strive to bring about this reform. As you 
know there is scarcely a week goes by that 
the papers do not contain something about 
girls who have come to Columbus from 
smaller towns, villages or the country and 
through ignorance have been led into ques¬ 
tionable places and questionable company 
where something happens that is considered 
news and the whole unhappy affair is placed 
before the public. Now, I would refrain from 
publishing the names of these girls. I should 
consider it a duty that I owed to my manhood 
to do so. 

“It wouldn’t be news without the names, 
and as a manager you would undoubtedly 
find that the public doesn’t care for fairy 
stories.” 

“Well, I’d supress it all then. I’d sacrifice 
the news in order to prevent these girls being 


driven to desperation by the publication of 
their names. For too often the publishing of. 
a girl’s name under these circumstances re¬ 
moves the last barrier that stands between her 
and a life of shame. It puts a mark upon, 
her for all time and prevents her trying to- 
live down one mistake, and such as this should 
never be. 

"You don’t believe that one should be con¬ 
demned for incidental error?” 

“Never. Hope should be left in the humane 
heart however great the sins of the individual. 
But what hope is there for the girl whose 
first step into city life is a mistake from which 
she cannot recover, as is the case when her 
name is given to the public? If this were not 
done she could go back home, but she is 
barred from that. Her friends never pardon 
her after she has once gained newspaper notor¬ 
iety, and feeling that the worst that could 
befall her has happened, her downward course- 
is accelerated and the newspapers assist irt 
these tragedies when thev could do so much- 
to prevent them.” 



REV. JOHN C. HEWITT. 






A REQUEST. 


At this dear time of “Peace on earth, 

Good will to men,” when deadly foes 
Have thoughts revealing kindred birth, 

'And stormy spirits seek repose, 

Oh, thou of gentle heart and mien 

Whose love so blessed those other hours. 
Wilt thou forgive that wound so keen, 

And take from me a gift of flower, 

With all the meaning that they- hold, 

With all the thoughts their perfume brings. 

Of joys, that were in days of old - 
So sweet, their melody still rings. 

December, 25, 1900. 


THE SCRIBBLERS. 


A LIVELY AND INTERESTING 
MEETING. 

The Scribblers’ club met at the home of 
Miss Lida Rose McCabe Monday evening, 
with a large attendance, in spite of the ob¬ 
stacles presented by the-weather, and the club 
may now be considered fairly on its feet and 
ready for work (and play). 

It was agreed that any woman who had 
been actively engaged in newspaper or maga¬ 
zine work within the last three years should 
be eligible to membership, and that the next 
meeting should be held Tuesday evening. 
March 19, when one of the most competent 
head-line writers in central Ohio will give an 
instructive and amusing talk on this important 
adjunct of modern journalism. 

The Scribblers will dispense with president, 
vice president, secretary and treasurer for the 
present, but they have elected a “recorder,” 
Mrs. Perry Smythe, who is , to arrange pro¬ 
grams, answer questions and fulfill the many 
indefinite duties which fall to the lot of 
the woman with tact and -executive ability. 

She will meet with the hearty aid of her 
fellow workers. 

An informal luncheon was served at the 


close of the business meeting, and the mem¬ 
bers adjourned, having thoroughly enjoyed 
Miss McCabe’s hospitality and feeling that the 
Scribblers’ club was an established fact. 

THE SCRIBBLERS’ CLUB LISTENS TO 
TALK ON HEADLINES BY 
MR, COOPER. 

The members of the Scribblers’ Club en¬ 
joyed a very entertaining address by Thomas 
A. Cooper, on “Headlines and How to Write 
Them,” at their meeting Tuesday evening, in 
the parlors of the Chittenden. 

When Mr. Cooper faced his audience, con¬ 
s'.sting of fourteen women, he said it reminded 
1 itn of the long ago when he went to a 
I rayer meeting, but the solemnity appropriate 
to such a' gathering was lacking, when almost 
before he had finished his preliminary re¬ 
marks, the “Scribblers” began to demonstrate 
that they were adepts in the use of that which 
is more' effective than their pencils, — their 
tongues! 

Mr. Cooper proved himself a seasoned vet¬ 
eran under.;the direct fire of questions and 
straggling remarks and told the Scribblers all 
about “display heads,” “news heads,” “mis- 





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cellaneous heads,” and the various kinds of 
‘‘points” and emphasized the fact that headlines 
should be made attractive, but should adhere 
strictly to the truth contained in the body 

• r < . 

of the article. He was given a rising vote of 
thanks, a general handshaking and. escaped 
most gracefully. 

The Scribblers then discussed the advisa¬ 
bility of having a motto, and Miss Lida Rose 
McCabe, who had charge of the meeting, sug¬ 
gested, “Better to Travel Hopefully Than to 
Arrive,” but many of the members didn’t 
agree with the idea and openly avowed they 
liked to reach their destinations sometimes, 
while some seemed to think that they had ar¬ 
rived,” and the subject was dropped. 

Seven “Scribblers” lingered after the regu¬ 
lar meeting, and over club sandwiches and cof¬ 
fee, enjoyed an informal talk. They were: 
Misses Georgia Hopley, Lida Rose McCabe, 
Kate Lacy, Eva Markeson, Mrs. Brooks, Mrs. 
Perry Smytbe and Mary McGill. Others pres¬ 
ent were: Miss Helen Wright, Mrs. Francis 
Harrison, Mrs. Gardner, Miss Helen M<wi- 
arity, Miss Harrison, Miss Hattie Toler and 
Mrs. Ella May Smith. 

SCRIBBLERS’ JOURNEY—MISS McCABE 
TAKES THEM ON A EUROPEAN 
TOUR, 

Miss Lida Rose McCabe entertained the 
members of the Scribblers Club with an in¬ 
formal talk at the meeting Tuesday evening 
in the parlors of the Chittenden. Miss Mc¬ 
Cabe spoke on “Journalism as I Found it in 
Paris, New York and London.” 


Beginning with her experiences abroad she 
vividly described the places she had visited 
and the people she had met in Paris, carrying 
the Scribblers into the almosphere of the City 
of fascination so completely that they insisted 
upon remaining for the greater part of the 
evening, then they decided she should take 
them to New York and London over the same 
route (reminiscent) at their next meeting. 

Among the many interesting experiences re¬ 
lated by Miss McCabe was the manner in 
which she gained admittance to the L Ecole 
Militaire, from which women are proscribed 
by law and the chance that led to her being 
thrown into the whirl of life on the boule¬ 
vard and in the salons where she met the 
most distinguished people of the social and 
artistic world. 

The Scribblers held a business meeting in the 
parlors of the Chittenden Hotel, Tuesday 
evening. 

It was decided to hold open house for the 
visiting newspaper women during the Moth¬ 
er's Congress to be held here in May. 

The members of the club are enthusiastic 
about the proposed entertainment and every 
effort will be made to convince the women 
who come here as Press representatives that 
the women writers of Columbus can meet and 
greet them with all the genial warmth that 
distinguishes a like gathering of men. 

Prof. Denny of the Ohio University will 
favor the members of club with an address 
on Newspaper English, at next regular meet¬ 
ing. 


SPARKLING DIAMONDS IN NATIVE 

ROUGHNESS. 


The miners attending the convention held 
here this week presented to those who cared 
to look in upon them a body of men far 
.-superior in appearance to that which the 
majority of people would expect to see unless 
.they had previously met some of these men 
for it is still believed among those not 
acquainted with miners that they carry with 
them always some reminder of their under- 
•ground work, some trace of the compound 
formed of coal dust and oil that clings ten¬ 
aciously to whatever it touches and at times 
so disguises the miner that his own children 
have difficulty in recognizing him. 

Apropos of this erroneous impression I re¬ 
call an incident that happened at the (Colum¬ 
bian) World’s Fair. My companion, an eld¬ 
erly woman who was supposed to see that I 
•didn’t get lost usually ensconsed herself in 
a chair and paid to be pushed about seeing 
the sights that the man in charge thought 
worth seeing. She cautioned me to keep the 
chair in sight. But there came a time of 
revolt. From her chair to the crowd that 
would separate us as effectually as tho the 
ocean rolled between it was but a step. I’ve 
never dared confess what a quick step I made 
r.or how I reveled in being “lost.” 

But after wandering about alone for many 
hours, I became so dazed with the splendors 
of the Dream City, which exceeded my wild¬ 
est dreams of it, that a sense of unreality 
took possession of me. I seemed to be really 
living in another world — a world that nad no 
•connection with my former life. It was the 
terrible isolation experienced when one is 
absolutely alone among thousands of people. 

Not only were the faces about me strange, 
but the people spoke in an unknown tongue 
for I was in a section of a building devoted 
to foreign exhibits. In vain I listened for an 
English word until the gibberish about me 
caused me to leave in sheer desperation. 
After a long walk I entered a building with¬ 
out knowing or caring whether it contained 
-alligators or albums for display. The sense of 
strangeness began to decrease and suddenly, 
>oh blessed and familiar sight, all about me 


were great blocks of glistening coal. All un¬ 
consciously I had wandered to that which 
was most suggestive of every day life. Never 
had the sight of anything in any place brought 
such gladness. Gold in the same quantity 
would only have added to the profound weari¬ 
ness that bad followed too much magnifi¬ 
cence an<l the unreal feeling experienced. But 
the coal; ah that was different; for I was in 
a section where Ohio exhibited this product 
of her industry and one of the largest pieces 
there was labeled: 

FROM THE HOCKING VALLEY. 

I walked around the huge block twice, 
then noticed a small framed picture giving 
an imperfect view of a straggling little village 
and a coal hopper with the printed statement: 

LARGEST HOPPER IN THE WORLD, 
JOBS, OHIO. 

It was so like the miners to place such a 
big claim in such a small frame that it brought 
them very near in fancy and a moment later 
there were two of them there in reality, for 
the words: 

“Well, I’ll be shot if there isn’t old Jobs,” 
in a man’s mellow tones diverted my atten¬ 
tion from the picture to two young men who 
had approached and were gazing at it with 
expressions indicative of pleasure. 

There was nothing in their appearance to 
distinguish them from other young men but 
with the sure instinct of friendship of those 
who have once quaffed of the waters of the 
Hock Hocking, I said: 

“It is a little odd to see old Jobs here 
isn’t it? Takes one back to the Hocking 
Valley?” 

“Doesn’t it tho?” responded one, and the 
other exclaimed: 

“So you’re from the Hocking Valley also? 
Well, I’m downright glad to see you for Will 
and I feel lost here. There’s too confounded 
much of everything to see anything. Such a 
lot of people and nobody either so far as 
we’re concerned. We’d go home only the boys 


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would have the laugh on us. I’ll swear I 
couldn’t tell them I’d seen anything only a lot 
of buildings and pictures.” 

“You see we’ve been in the Art Building all 
morning,” said the other by way of explana¬ 
tion. “It’s too much art for us. That little 
picture there means more to us than the 
grandest painting here.” 

Only one who had known the lives of 
miners intimately, who had lived and laughed 
with them in their joys, and shared their 
sorrows and hardships could understand the 
depth of meaning in that picture. The stately 
edifices about us with their priceless treasures 
from every part of the world were forgotten 
as memory carried us back to the little, un¬ 
painted structures of mining villages. 

We were still standing before the picture 
when an old gentleman stepped from behind 
one of the blocks of coal, saying: 

“Excuse me, but I couldn’t help hearing 
your talk and infer from it that you are from 
some mining district?” 

“Right you are,” said one young man. 

“And you’re miners?” questioned the old 
gentleman. 

“Yes, never did anything but dig coal all 
our lives,” was the reply. 

“And you?” said the old gentleman, looking 
at me interrogatively. “Never was outside of 
a mining camp or town but a few times in 
all my life,” was my reply. 

“Most extraordinary. Most interesting,” he 
muttered; then in a louder tone: “I’ll have to 
tell you that I didn’t expect to see such rep¬ 
resentatives of a mining district here for my 
impressions of miners gathered from reading 
has been well — that they were quite unlike 
other people, in short semi-barbarians.” 

“Oh, we are,” said one of the young men 
airily. “We’re more than ’alf and alf.’ We’re 
such savages we couldn’t appreciate the won¬ 
ders of civilization in this splendid city and 
came here to get in our clement.” 

“I understand, and now will you enlighten 
me with regard to your lives for I perceive 
that you are exceptions.” 

Without a moment’s hesitation my chance 
acquaintances proceeded to enlighten him in 
the most bewildering manner for by adroit 
questions they learned what his conception of 
miners and miners’ families had been and de¬ 


clared that he had the proper idea but that 
the half had not been told. Then such tales 
as they told. Everything was colored to suit 
their fancy and both were rich in imagination. 
The old gentleman’s eyes fairly bulged and as 
he took voluminous notes of what one told 
him, the other from the shelter of an adjacent 
block of coal gave silent demonstrations of 
mirth but every time I dared to smile one or 
the other would admonish me by a look not 
to spoil the fun. 

At last the old gentleman asked us if we 
would mind remaining a few minutes as he 
should like to have his wife see us there with 
the coal and the picture representing our en¬ 
vironment. 

We agreed and after a little our chance 
acquaintance returned with his wife. She 
adjusted her eyeglasses as tho about to survey 
something most curious. Slowly her gaze 
swept from the young men to myself. I tried 
to look as unconscious as one of the Figi 
islanders and evidently succeeded for again 
she glanced at the miners and back again, but 
only for an instant, for a look of compre¬ 
hension flashed over her face and she turned 
to her husband with the wifely remark: 

“You fool, don’t you know these people have 
been jesting?” 

After some merriment we told our friend 
much of the real lives of those in whom he 
was so much interested and secured the assur¬ 
ance that his meeting with us would be re¬ 
membered as one of the most interesting and 
instructive connected with his visit to the 
World’s Fair. 

But his wife couldn’t understand the sudden 
friendship between the young men and myself, 
proving that we hadn’t been able to make her 
comprehend that in mining communities 
“Every stranger is a friend, and every friend 
a brother.” 

Custom sanctions many things so it would 
have been perfectly proper had I followed in¬ 
clination and spent the remainder of the day 
with my chance acquaintances. But my new 
friend who was very sweet and gracious 
seemed so much concerned for my welfare 
and insisted so much on my accompanying 
her that I bade my miner friends a reluctant 
farewell. 


OHIO GIRLS TO SING AT CORONA¬ 
TION OF THE KING. 


Two Ohio girls have won such recognition 
abroad that they have been enthusiastically 
endorsed by the great master of harmony, 
Hen§chel, and they have been asked to sing 
at the coronation of King Edward. 

Their names are Mary and Marie McFar¬ 
land and they have frequently been guests of 
Columbus relatives. These sisters are twins 
and their resemblance to each other in every 
particular is most remarkable. 

They have lived in various parts of the 
world but they are practically Ohio girls for 
their earliest years were passed principally in 
Chillicothe the native city and home of their 
parents prior to their removal to Denver a 
few years ago. Since then the sisters hav.e 
spent much of their time in Paris where they 
attracted the attention of critical and cultured 
Parisians and members of the English Colony 
who desired them to go to London. They did 
so and sought audience with Henschel who 
was charmed with the demonstration of their 
ability as musical artists. 

In commenting upon their transcendent gift 
of song the master said: 

“I could hardly believe my ears when Marie 
McFarland sang Massente’s ‘Eligie’ and easily 
tripped along the upper register and gave 
high "E" with the same clearness some of the 
world’s famous singers could give to no note 
higher than “C”. 

As proof of the sincerity of .his praise he 


at once promised to take full charge of their 
London season and place them on the highest 
pinnacle of their art before the coronation 
had far advanced. 

Much to the regret of the musical world 
of Paris the young women remained in Lon¬ 
don and having spent the winter there are 
now looking forward to the great event in 
which they are to take part. 

These young women have had great advan¬ 
tage in the cultivation of their voices but back 
of all training was the natural ability inher¬ 
ited from their parents who were fine musi¬ 
cians well remembered by the people of Chilli¬ 
cothe and well known in Denver where the 
father is General Passenger Agent of the Rio 
Grande Railway. Upon the several occasions 
when they have visited in Columbus they have 
requested that no mention of their calling 
should be made and have enjoyed being un¬ 
known so far as their fame as singers was 
concerned. In appearance they are very at¬ 
tractive, being unusually fair with dark eyes 
and hair. One has a soprano and the other 
a rich contralto voice, but it puzzles even their 
relatives to tell which is which. They are 
about twenty-three years old. 

Among the relatives whom they visit in this 
city are Major Caldwell and his brother 
Samuel Caldwell of Neil Avenue, Mrs. Oma 
Shields of Franklin Avenue, Mrs. Sarah An¬ 
derson and Mrs. Kate Smith of Neil Avenue. 


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ONE TOUCH OF NATURE 


HUMAN SYMPATHIES WARMED BY SUNDAY EXCURSIONS — 
GOOD FOR THE TOILERS, BOTH IN REST AND 

RECREATION. 


I always like to begin a journey on Sunday because I shall have the prayers of the 
church to preserve all that travel by land and sea. — Dean Swift. 


Apropos of the discussion regarding the 
openings of the Ohio exposition on Sunday 
there has been much talk regarding Sunday 
excursions. They meet with disapproval from 
many people, usually those who have leisure 
to travel any day in the week, claiming that 
the seventh day was intended for rest. Such 
as these should accompany a crowd of ex¬ 
cursionists some Sunday and learn that, how¬ 
ever wearisome excursions may be to those 
whose lives present variety, and are rich in 
experience, there are many to whom these 
little trips are a boon. 

My attention was first called to this when 
I made one of such a party through having 
missed the last train on Saturday night. The 
annoyance from this had scarcely subsided on 
Sunday morning when I entered a car in 
which every seat was taken, while the aisle 
was filled with a jostling, pushing crowd. I 
was inclined to take this as a personal griev¬ 
ance from the company, for it was bad enough 
to have missed a train without having to stand 
jammed up against people with the ther¬ 
mometer soaring skyward at a high rate of 
speed. 

Things seemed at their worst when a sud¬ 
den lurch of the train sent me backward into 
the arms of a very fat man. Recovering 
equilibrium. I turned to apologize but decided 
it wasn’t my fault — so I didn’t. The fat man 
glared at me. I rearranged my hat and re¬ 
turned the glare with interest. We were past 
speaking, but speech was necessary. It came 
from a great, tall, good natured looking youth 
whose eyes brimmed with the mirth he could 
not repress as he drawled, “I ’low you found 
that feather bed most too warm.” 


His meaning was so obvious that the crowd 
roared. The fat man ceased to hold his stom¬ 
ach and I wondered how long I could main¬ 
tain the frown that seemed to be in order. 
At this juncture the cheery information came 
that extra cars were being added. In a little 
while all were comfortably seated and whirling 
through the picturesque scenery of the Hock¬ 
ing Valley. Then came the opportunity to see 
how much pleasure and recreation are derived 
from these Sunday trips. 

On the train were at least a dozen young, 
men and women, students in the Commercial 
or other schools of Columbus, a trained nurse 
who was going home to see a sick sister by 
whose bedside she dared not linger save for 
that one day as the exigencies of life demand 
that she remain here, scores of working men 
with their families who were going to some 
former place of residence to spend the day 
with relatives or friends, and here and there 
a youth and maiden who had evidently taken 
the trip to be alone. Yes, alone for where 
have you lived if you have not seen young 
people absolutely alone in a crowd. 

These young people were in the old but 
ever new condition where a railway train on 
a hot day was as pleasant as a country lane- 
on a May evening to those who are not in 
the ecstatic state of lovers. With them it was' 
“the world forgetting, by the world forgot”— 
until their forgetting- became too apparent. 
Then so sympathetic is human nature that 
even the conductor smiled occasionally as he 
glanced at them. 

After passing several stations the seats be¬ 
gan to fill up so rapidly that it was evident 
the extra cars would not accommodate the 


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number that crowded into the cars. 1 hen was 
manifested that spirit of consideration always 
good to see but more particularly so when the 
conditions are especially irritating. Men re¬ 
linquished their seats as tho it were a pleas¬ 
ure to do so, and women accepted them with 
evidence of appreciation aside from the formal 
“thank you.” In many instances three women 
occupied one seat without a trace of annoy¬ 
ance in their manner, young girls relieved 
mothers of restless children whom they 
amused in various ways and everyone seemed 
determined to have a good time despite any¬ 
thing that might occur. 

Stories were told, snatches of song were 
heard, fruit, candy and chewing gum were 
conspicuous, and always from every part of 
the car merry laughter rang out; such melody 
as emanates only from lives that are glad and 
among people who permit no thought of 
“good form” to interfere with their enjoyment. 

Then such anticipation of the dinners that 
were being prepared with special reference to 
the preferences of those who had long been 
deprived of the good cheer of a wholesome 
home-cooked meal among friends. Their an¬ 
ticipation and discussion of the good things 
that they were to have to eat were enough 
to give zest to the most jaded appetite. 

At Lancaster was an incident in which 
humor and pathos were blended. A negro 
woman entered a car carrying a baby. Be¬ 
fore there was time to see if she could secure 
a seat she deposited the infant in the arms of 
another woman and rushed wildly from the 
train. There was a ripple of excitement and 
some one said she had lost her purse and had 
gone to search for it. There was consider¬ 
able delay caused by several other incidents 
but the woman had not returned when the 
train started. She reached it just in time to 
make a jump for the last step which she 
missed, falling to the track. Her husband 
who was on the train sprang to the ground 
and hastened toward her. By that time con¬ 
siderable speed had been attained and we were 
some distance from them but not so far but 
we could see they were not injured. 

In vain did the passengers ask that the train 
be stopped until the father and mother could 
rejoin their child. Railway rules involving 
property and the lives of hundreds cannot be 
ignored for individual mishaps. There had 
already been delay that was serious; so away 
we went leaving the poor creatures without 
their little one. We were sorry, but, then, 
there was the baby, and what was the use 


of being sorry while it laughed and reached 
its hands to every interested passenger. 

It was the. prettiest negro baby imaginable. 
•Winsome enough in its confiding helplessness 
to knock out several stones in a rather high 
wall of race prejudice. Seeing that it was 
good natured, and learning that the woman 
with whom it had been left would stop in 
Nelsonville where relatives would undoubtedly 
take charge of it, we were mean enough to 
laugh over the humorous phases of the situa¬ 
tion. 

At another station a youth entered carrying 
a spade and a bundle tied up in the old way- 
back country style, in a bandanna. His 
clothes were all of the cheapest order, but 
new and clean, and his pink striped shirt .and 
flame colored tie indicated that someone had 
wished to add a touch of color His form 
was ungainly, like that of most growing boys, 
but he had fair and delicate features as a 
woman, with the innocent confiding expression 
of a child — an expression that would in¬ 
stantly arouse all the tenderest, best emotions 
in the heart of any one possessed of feeling. 

The blue eyes looked about in childlike 
wonder as tho pleased to be among so many 
people, and not in the least doubtful that they 
were just as glad to see him. Everything in 
his appearance and manner indicated that he 
had just left home for the first time and had 
never known a rude or harsh experience. He 
was destined to meet with one in what seemed 
his initial step into the world. 

While contemplating the face with pleasure, 
that was half pain, because it seemed such 
a pity that one with a face of such purity 
of character, and generous trust in his fellow 
creatures, should come out from peace to 
mingle with jostling life, my attention was 
attracted by some illnatured giggling from a 
group of boys and girls seated near. They 
were of the thoughtless age that sometimes 
makes youth so cruel, and to them the boy 
was an object for ridicule. With covert re¬ 
marks and glances, and half suppressed laugh¬ 
ter, they passed several minutes having what 
they considered a good time. 

At first these had no effect upon the boy, 
who still looked into the faces of his fellow 
travelers with confidence unshaken. At length 
this was replaced by a wistful look like that 
of a grieved child who feels that something 
is wrong without being able to define the 
feeling. At last he comprehended that he was 
being ridiculed. Then over brow and cheek 
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waves, as tho’ the heart was beating painfully 
while the sensitive lips quivered with emotion. 
He was sorely wounded by those of his own 
age who no doubt under like circumstances 
would have retaliated by look or speech, but 
he had not learned the art of hitting back 
nor the greater art of self control before 
those who wantonly touch the most suscep¬ 
tible nerves. He could not remain where he 
was hurt. Stepping from the door he stood 
ton the platform, looking hopelessly down upon 
his spade and bundle as tho’ he longed to get 
beyond those cruel eyes and voices. 

The mother instinct, so strong in most 
women that they can’t always refrain from 
taking part in what is no affair of theirs had 
to assert itself. Presently I was out on the 
platform tilling the lad how much nicer it 
was out there than in the crowded car and 
how glad I was he had suggested the cooler 
place. 

Soon he was talking to me about his work 
and plans in a grave, sweet tone that first sub¬ 


dued, then silenced, the merciless mirth of the 
young folks. 

I did not return with the excursionists, so 
cannot say if their trip was all it promised to 
be, but if it did for them only a small part 
of what it did for me, in awakening interest 
in the lives of those whom I never would 
have met except upon the Sunday excursion 
so “deplore'd,” bringing with it the renewal of 
a fountain of sympathy that long had been 
covered by the ice of selfishness and custom, 
the most devout Christian need not decry the 
Sunday excursion. 

But, whatever else was gained or missed, 
the majority of them obtained the much 
needed rest — the rest of change. Whoever 
doubts this should recall Johnson’s words, 
“regulate imagination by reality, and instead 
of thinking how things may be, see them as 
they are.” If, after following his advice, they 
claim that such trips are not beneficial to the 
greatest number it will surely be because they 
took themselves along. 


THE UNDER DOG. 


When you were a boy you used to fight 
For the “under dog” each time, 

But your heart grew small, as you grew big 
Till now in your manhood’s prime, 

You pause to consider, hem and haw, 

And wonder if its worth while 
To take a fight where a frown may come 
In place of the world’s bright smile. 

You’re not as brave as you used to be 
When you were a tousled boy, 

Yo do not give such responsive thrills 
To another’s grief or joy. 

So mark this down as a maxim, sir, 

The farther you get from youth 
The nearer you are to letting go 
That great, grand gift called truth. 

The nearer you are to a coward s plane 
With a craven heart that quails 
When you should clasp with a firm strong 
clasp 

The hand of the man who fails. 

No matter if he is a “yellow cur 
Detestable to the sight 
It’s not his worth but your manhood sir, 
Demands you should enter the fight. 


So off with your coat and silence fear 
For the world in its densest fog 
Will still see clear and give you a cheer 
When you help the “under dog.” 

So hark ye back to the dear dead days 
When you had not thought of gain 
But won for yourself far sweeter bays 
Than the wreath of public fame. 

Ay show you trained in the loftiest creed 
E’er known since the world began 
To fight till the death for one in need 
Let the boy’s heart thrill the man 
Ay let it hark back to dear dead days 
When its richest gifts it gave 
For the spell of one is over all 
When that one is grandly brave. 

You help the many by helping one 
Whate’er his failure or worth 
Your soul expands with the brave deed done 
When you proved true to your birth 
So take the lead tho’ the world may sneer 
Till you blaze the way through fog 
For it can’t stop a mighty cheer 
When you help the “under dog.” 




A LONELY NIGHT BEHIND 
PRISON BARS. 


STORY OF AN ACTUAL EXPERIENCE. 


A new experience is the one desire of some 
natures and it matters little what the experi¬ 
ence may be if it only furnishes that which 
is craved. Such natures usually seek news¬ 
paper work by a law of natural selection for 
in scarcely any other line is there such oppor¬ 
tunity to see the drama of life as it is, not 
fashioned in fixed forms but in all its clash¬ 
ing ambitions, its changing aspirations, its 
varying hopes and fears, its wearing loves and 
hates. 

Those possessing these natures drink deep 
draughts of life, yet are ever consumed by 
an insatiate thirst for more. Being slightly 
affected by this thirst for novelty I was grati¬ 
fied when told to furnish a story for The 
Press-Post giving the actual facts connected 
with incarceration in the county jail. 

Realizing that in seeking the story in the 
ordinary way I should lose half the color of 
the situation I arranged with a friend to be 
charged with a slight misdemeanor for which 
I was arrested. It was all done in the regula¬ 
tion way! No one suspecting that the arrest 
was planned and perfected merely to get 
material, but despite this fact and the reflec¬ 
tion that it was all part of the profession, I 
could but shrink when on a crowded corner 
of High street, ‘‘the stern hand of the law” 
touched me on the arm and a young man 
said, ‘‘Come with me. You are wanted,” etc. 

DID NOT RESIST. 

In the ordinary story one goes very quietly 
or resists with violence when arrested. I 
went quietly and at the suggestion of my 
escort took a south-bound car and soon was 
being conducted to the woman’s department 
of the jail. Opening the door leading into 
this, the jailer stepped into the space between 
it and the cells, assigned me one of these and 
left. 

As the iron door clanged there came a ter¬ 
rible sense of oppression as though it and the 


stone walls had closed round me forever. I 
wanted out right away. Story or no story, 
I felt that I could not remain an instant shut 
away from all the free, glad life outside. But 
the door was locked; the jailer gone. Wildly 
I searched for a bell to call him back, for it 
seemed I should die with the dreadful feeling 
of isolation that had swept over me. 

Why was it so silent, anyway? Were jails 
always so? These questions surged through 
my mind and then I became aware of the 
presence of others through that sixth sense 
by which we perceive without seeing or hear¬ 
ing. 

Changing my position slightly, I could see 
three women peering at me through the iron 
bars that separate the cells from the corridor. 

One of these women was fair with light 
hair and a pleasing smile, one was a negro- 
and the other was the sorriest looking speci¬ 
men of my sex it has been my misfortune to 
see. I shall never get her image out of my 
mind. Her form was not only thin but un¬ 
yielding in outline, the prison pallor was oils 
her face and her eyes were bleared and shift¬ 
ing. 

JAIL COMPANIONS. 

All were clad in apparel of varying degrees- 
of cleanliness and the common ideas of dress. 
I decided not to make their acquaintance just 
then and stepped into my cell which contained 
nothing but a chair and a cot fastened to the 
stone wall. I sat down and looked at this, 
then at the stone floor and iron bars and 
w’ondered if it would be possible for me to- 
remain there for even a few hours. 

The women had come round to my door 
and were regarding me with seeming interest, 
but they seemed afraid to speak. 

“Can I do anything for you?” I asked. 

All three said “No,” simultaneously and the 
silence having been broken, they began to 
discuss my personal appearance in the most 
open way. I had always thought myself of 


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average size until after their description, since 
then I have felt somewhat dwarfish, for, 
according to their verdict I was “the littlest 
thing” ever seen. 

Tired of their scrutiny and comments, I 
said: “I prefer to be alone.” 

They withdrew at once. One of them with 
the remark, “Uppish.” 

“Yes, a high-flyer,” responded another, 
“Shoplifter, I bet.” 

“No, I don't think so,” was the reply in a 
more subdued tone. “Her clothes look kind 
a nice, but they are almost worn out and 
wouldn't look decent if they hadn’t been good 
stuff. Besides she looks like she worked. She 
looks dead tired.” 

This remark called forth some sympathetic 
questions from the lighthaired woman who 
offered her services toward helping me with 
my toilet, which I had begun to make, but 
had stopped when I discovered that the little 
handbag containing the various articles which 
women are apt to have about with them 
when away from home for hours at a time, 
had been left some place, where, I could not 
remember. Of course, being a woman it was 
absolutely necessary that I should have each 
and every one of them at once for I had de¬ 
cided to remain for a while, having forgotten 
that I could not go if I desired, until my 
friend should arrive. 

THE BELL ANSWERED. 

Finding an electric bell I touched it and 
awaited a response. None came, so I gave 
it another touch not quite so gentle as the 
first. This time there wasn’t long to wait. 

The iron door was thrown open and a 
young man who looked much displeased said 
in a stern voice: 

“Who rang that bell ?” 

Having rang a few bells in my life prior 
to this I wasn’t much frightened and replied, 
“I did.” in a voice as stern as his own. 

Modifying his tone he explained that the 
deputy sheriff had requested that the bell 
should not be rung as it was out of order. 
With this he closed the door before I had 
a chance to say more. I remembered that I 
was a prisoner and must conform to condi¬ 
tions as water shapes to a ship. So I com¬ 
forted myself with devising some means to 
do without that which had seemed absolutely 
essential, comb, soap, powder or mirror. The 
only thing available in making the toilet was 
a towel that had been left for me. It seemed 
to be clean, but I took it to the hydrant and 


ltio 

turning the water upon it a little at a time, 
taking care that it should not touch the bowl 
below, I washed it thoroughly and after cov¬ 
ering the back of a chair with a newspaper 
left it to dry. This required some time but all 
the while three women watched me in amaze¬ 
ment and one whispered to the other : “What 
do you suppose she washed a clean towel for?” 
To them the simplest sanitary precaution was 
inexplicable. 

MADE COMFORTABLE. 

With the aid of this towel, a side comb 
and plenty of that great blessing that even a 
jail will furnish liberally — water — I suc¬ 
ceeded in making myself more comfortable 
physically, and then essayed to analyze my 
feelings there in that tainted atmosphere in 
that barren cell. Vain effort. The experience 
was too new to be grasped. I could not think. 
I must observe. So I turned to the other 
prisoners. 

From their talk I learned that the light 
haired woman was held as a witness in a 
murder trial, the negro as such in some minor 
affair, and the other was confined there pend¬ 
ing a meeting of the grand jury on a charge 
of bigamy. 

The witness in the murder trial described 
the scenes connected with it very graphically 
and the negro woman who stood some dis¬ 
tance away as if in silent acquiescence to the 
barrier of race, even where all were supposed 
to be equal, listened with an exaggerated ex¬ 
pression of terror upon her face. 

When the speaker had finished her grue¬ 
some recital the other white woman, as though 
surcharged with suffering, cried out: 

“Oh, I wish to God I could have seen 
Bell.” 

“Who’s Bell ?” I inquired. 

“Oh, the best friend I had in the world. 
She died like a dog last week and I couldn’t 
even go to her funeral.” 

Her manner and tone made these words 
half pathetic, half humorous. 

“Where do you live?” was my next query. 

“On Locust alley when I’m out of here. 
But I’ve been in this place thirteen weeks.” 

At this juncture the iron door opened and 
the three women made a rush for it. One 
of the men prisoners had come to bring a 
clean mattress and sheets for the cot in my 
cell just as if they thought I should remain 
there all night. The light haired woman en¬ 
grossed his attention. Such melting glances 
as were exchanged. Such soft sighs as were 


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heard. The other women went to an obscure 
corner and I became deeply interested in the 
tracings on the stone floor. When I glanced 
at them again — but there are some things 
that shouldn’t be told out of jail so will only 
say that they didn’t know for a few brief 
moments that they were imprisoned if their 
manner and the expression of their faces 
were any indication of their feelings. 

LOVE LAUGHS. 

Truly, “Love laughs at locksmiths.” 

After a time the young man went away as 
though he fain would remain and the negro 
woman came to my cell holding in one hand 
a tin filled with some dark-looking liquid sop- 
posed to be coffee and in the other nearly 
half a loaf of baker's bread. These she de¬ 
posited on the floor saying: 

“This is yo’ supper.” 

I looked at the negro without thanking her, 
for I was dazed by the realization of what it 
was to be a prisoner. She went away with 
dubious looks as though she thought I should 
appreciate what she had brought. I looked at 
this and noticed that the flies were gathering 
over the bread and upon closer inspection saw 
that it was saturated with molasses. 

At noon I had taken lunch with two of the 
brightest, most charming women in the pro¬ 
fession and our meal, though simple, was 
served in a dainty manner with all accessories 
in the etaoin appointments in an atmosphere 
of refinement. 

The contrast was like a vivid flash of light¬ 
ning, showing how quickly all things may 
change for one. 

JAILOR’S KINDNESS. 

Later the jailor come to the'door and see¬ 
ing the food had not been touched he left, 
returning in a short time bearing a tray con¬ 
taining a light lunch which he assured me his 
wife had prepared. He then sent for a stand 
which he covered with a newspaper before 
arranging the lunch upon it. All this was 
done in a manner expressive of such solici¬ 
tude for my welfare and such comprehension 
of what a woman would feel when first 
brought in contact with the harsh realities of 
jail life, that I could but express appreciation 
and drank the coffee gratefully, thinking 
meanwhile that back of the law so cold, so 
stern in its lack of discrimination, were hu¬ 
mane instincts ever ready to respond to that 
which is felt by all humanity, when this can 


be done without interfering with justice, and 
that back of this jailor stood a sympathetic 
man. 

In reply to my question he said no one had 
asked for me and knowing the folly of ex¬ 
planations in general and the utter useless- 
1 ess in this case where I couldn’t possibly 
get out by telling him how I got in, I waited 
as calmly as possible for the coming of my 
friend. 

When the other women had eaten their 
lunch they seemed to become more cheerful 
and presently they were having a merry chase 
about the corridors, singing, laughing and jest¬ 
ing with each other. Then suddenly as though 
each had been touched by electricity, they 
were up at the high windows watching prep¬ 
arations incident to a fire alarm in the fire 
department opposite. 

PLAYED GAMES. 

After this they played games for some time, 
then dragged their mattresses from their cots 
and placing these on the floor in a row, they 
divested themselves of part of their clothing 
and throwing themselves on their beds with 
the abandonment of children were soon 
soundly sleeping. 

Several mice raced across the floor and 
great bugs more than an inch in length scur¬ 
ried toward the sleepers. Ugh ! I was hav¬ 
ing a new experience. I would seek no more 
such. I didn’t even care to classify the bugs. 
I only longed to be out of that stifling jail 
with its hideous realities. 

Doubt began to assail me. What if an acci¬ 
dent had happened to my friend? What if I 
should have to remain there all night? Then 
senseless terror took possession of me for a 
little while, but it was banished by the thought 
that at the worst I might call the jailor and 
ask him to send for some of my friends who 
would know better than I how to meet the 
predicament caused by my friend’s failure' to 
come to me or take steps toward having me 
released. 

This thought had scarcely been formed 
when the door opened and a woman appeared. 
A woman whose mind is so well poised, so 
trained to meet the complexities of life that 
although her sympathy is broad and deep she 
puts it aside to think and act where most 
women feel and cry. 

There was a reassuring embrace, a few 
words, then comprehending everything in¬ 
stantly she hurried away to try to have me 
released that night, fearful even then that 


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she would be too late to do this as it was 
past time for any official business. 

FRIEND APPEARS. 

A few moments after she left the door was 
opened again. A white clad figure rushed 
across the corridor and a newspaper woman 
was there in my cell holding me in her arms 
with tears and words of consolation and ex¬ 
postulation against my being there all in the 
same breath, and then, Oh highest proof of 
friendship! a declaration that she knew it was 
all a mistake. Without even caring to know 
of the circumstances connected with my being 
there, without a word from me to help sustain 
her faith, this woman was too loyal to doubt 
where much was doubtful, too charitable to 
condemn though she found me in a cell. 

She wished to do something for me right 
away, but was told that the best that could 
be done was already in progress. Imagine my 
consternation when a few moments later the 
first friend returned with the information that 
it was too late to get me out that night. 

This friend who always makes the best of 
the very worst situation, talked with me until 
I accepted the situation with some degree of 
philosophy. 

I had forgotten to mention that my pad was 


in the missing handbag, and again the kind¬ 
ness of the jailor was manifested. A pad was 
supplied but only a few pages of it were used. 
The surroundings were not conducive to writ¬ 
ing. The sleepers moaned and tossed and 
cursed at slight intervals, the rats and bugs 
became bolder as the night advanced, and I 
wondered many times what I should do if 
one of them came near me. At last one went 
scurrying over the sleepers and a woman from 
Locust alley made the night hideous with the 
vilest oaths and frightened the rats away. 

As if to mock her curses and all the misery 
in that corridor sweet strains of music were 
wafted from the roof garden of the Great 
Southern Hotel. The air of the “Star 
Spangled Banner” thrilled out in the night 
recalling the words “the land of the free.” 
Did anyone ever know the meaning of that 
word until deprived of liberty, I wondered. 

None but those who have experienced such 
as this could portray the feelings awakened 
and then only inadequately but surely such an 
ordeal would be unendurable unless the ac¬ 
cused were sustained by the conviction that 
though the wheels of the law move slowly, 
they move toward eternal justice, and so I 
passed the longest night I ever knew, sitting 
there in-the corridor of the county jail await¬ 
ing the dawn that should bring my release. 


IMMUTABLE LAW. 


Oh rivers of blood and countless wealth, 
And oceans of tears cannot buy 
True love, if you have not in yourself 
The sweet, subtle charm to defy 
Time and absence, all changes that come, 
Affliction and sorrow, ay crime; 

If these are passed as trifles by one 
Then know that true passion is thine. 


Yes know the greatest gift in the world 
Is thine, whatsoever may be 
But do not think you love or are loved 
Unless both are fearlessly free; 

Free to go forth to the bounds of earth 
And dwell in some far distant zone 
Quite sure that love that was yours at birth 
Will always return to its own. 


The string must “slack” that the kite may 
soar 

Aloft in the heavens so blue 
And the more you “slack” love’s string the 
more 

Love’s essence floats starward for you 
Then let it soar with naught to restrain 
Tho its flights be many and fleet 
Gaining strength from flight ’twill come again 
With treasures to place at thy feet. 




“I AM TIRED, OH, SO TIRED!” 


PRESIDENT McKINLEY. 

“I am tired, oh so tired.” The dread words came 
So fraught with sorrowful meaning; 

Proclaiming the end of struggle with pain 
He spoke like a child when dreaming. 

At his mother's knee he had said these words 
' When tired of his toys and his play 
Perhaps when he sighed for the song of birds 
Through the hours of a long school day. 

He had said this perhaps on some cold, wet day 
When he marched with the Boys in Blue 
O'er many a rough and dangerous way 
With the soldierly tread so true. 

Pei'haps he had said this on some sad night 
’Neath the stars on a tented field 
Where half the men who had entered the fight 
Went down ere the foemen would yield. 

No doubt these few words were sounded again 
When racked with fatigue was his mind 
As he tried, this chosen leader of men, 

To be just and still be kind 
But never, never with weariness great 
Like that which weakened his will 
And slowed his heart to the cold call of fate 
Till the world’s heart felt the chill. 

“I am tired, so tired.” Oh, that feeble plaint 

That now came from the erstwhile strong; 

But the Universe echoed that murmur faint, 

And a nation sobbed o’er the wrong. 

For we passed from the soundless, tearless woe, 

That at first made us seem so calm. 

And the tears that at first refused to flow 
"May act on our hearts as a balm. 

But now we — we feel. We cannot see; 

The clouds have refused to part. 

We catch no glimpse of a glory to be 

Through this blow at our nation’s heart. 

“The sunshine is gone” the president said 
Oh words — so true to-day. 

We look toward the burial place of our dead; 

How long will the skies be gray? 

—Columbus Dispatch, September 22, 1901. 


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MR. CHASE OF CONNECTICUT. 


Thursday evening when wind, rain and 
snow combined to make it so disagreeable 
that one shivered and sought to draw wraps 
more closely, I hurried into the Neil House, 
almost colliding with a graceful woman, who 
was entering at the same time, Mrs. W. G. 
Bowland. She was about to take the elevator 
car, then spoke to a gentleman in the lobby 
making some inquiry. He left but soon came 
back accompanied by a man who would attract 
attention in any gathering. 

A man of massive mold, with such majesty 
in his manner that his presence dignified and 
seemed to enlarge the little room. Advancing, 
he bowed low over the hand extended. As 
he stood erect, he gave one the impression 
that he had stepped from the generation when 
nature made men big in brawn and brain and 
had brought with him the courtly grace which 
the men of today are too wise to try to imi¬ 
tate, knowing that it belonged exclusively to 
a period that is past. His head was bald, 
save for a fringe of slightly curling hair 
about the neck and temples and upon the face 
which bore the stamp of nobility of character 
and strength of intellect were deep lines of 
thought, but despite these outward manifesta¬ 
tions of age, he did not seem old. In fact, 
he seemed imbued with the energy of youth. 
One intuitively felt that he was one who had 
mingled with the world’s greatest and had 
quaffed deep draughts from the “great drink 
-of life” without having impaired a naturally 
splendid vitality. 

I didn’t wish to heed what was said, and 
wished the strolling musicians who had been 
making the place resonant with sweet sounds, 
would resume their playing and singing and 
tried to seem deaf until Mrs. Bowland said 
to Mrs. Hopper, who chanced to enter, “wish 
you to meet Mr. Chase, of Connecticut.” 

Chase! a name to bring before the mental 
eyes a vision of surpassing splendor. A name 
that 

WAKES THE ECHOES OF A PAST, 

of which we of this generation can only know 
as we hear of it from others. Could he be a 
relative of our former governor and that re¬ 
markable woman, who charmed and held in 
willing subjugation, the brightest and best men 


of her day with her dazzling beauty and the 
intellect that gave to her political force and 
influence such as no other woman in our his¬ 
tory has known? 

Chase, of Connecticut? Yes, he must be 
a relative, for was not the former governor 
and chief executive of that name born in the 
rugged hills of New Hampshire, whither his 
parents had removed from the wilds of Con¬ 
necticut, was he not endowed with the New 
England instincts for scholarship, and was not 
the power that had impelled me to look and 
listen and outrage the most lax notion of 
good form part of the dominating yet de¬ 
lightful influence that distinguished the family 
that could win admiration and homage from 
those most inclined to withhold it? These 
were the thoughts that came until the spell 
that voice and manner had begun was com¬ 
pleted, and abandoning even the semblance of 
not wishing to hear I listened eagerly to all 
that was said, excusing myself with the re¬ 
flection that one doesn’t hear a Chase talk 
every evening. 

And such talk! Speaking with solicitude of 
the health of a number of people, referring to 
this or that well-known man or woman, ask¬ 
ing about many who have been dead years, 
touching upon events of the past and the pres¬ 
ent with equal readiness, he chained the in¬ 
terest and made even commonplaces brilliant. 

Despite his allusions to incidents and people 
known only in the history of our city, I was 
a little startled when he turned to Mr. Hopper, 
who had entered, and said: 

“I USED TO STOP HERE FIFTY 
YEARS AGO, 

Long before the original Neil House, which 
succeeded the National, was burned. As the 
representative of our insurance company, I 
paid for the old Neil. I remember well when 
this place was headquarters for the stages. 
The stage office was down about where the 
main entrance is now. The former propri¬ 
etors of this place had national reputations, 
and were among the best known men in the 
west. Colonel Noble, Colonel Olmstead, and 
oh, what’s become of Mrs. Dennison? What 
a splendid woman she was. What meals we 
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used to have here. Something to remember 
to one’s latest day. I shall remember them a 
good while yet, for I'm not old, although I’ve 
been spoken of as 

‘OLD MAN CHASE’ 

for so many years I almost forget when I 
was known as anything else.” 

Then followed a humorous account of the 
purchase of a carriage that had been bought 
for “Old Man Chase,” so graphic, so mirth 
provoking that his hearers were convulsed 
with laughter. 

Who could think of him as old under the 
influence of his vivacious talk? From grave 


to gay he swept the whole gamut of emotions, 
then with the ease of one accustomed to 
change, withdrew to meet some of his old 
friends, who had called to pay their respects 
to himself and wife. 

Among Mr. Chase’s former friends here 
were Mrs. Dennison, wife of former Governor 
Dennison, F. C. Sessions, General George B. 
Wright, Mr. P. \V. Huntington and Mr. 
Andrew Gardner. Mr. Chase is president of 
the insurance company in which Mr. Gardner’s 
sons are interested, and through them I 
learned that he was a relative of Salmon P. 
Chase, but the exact relationship was not 
known. 


THE LOVE OF A CHILD. 


Oh the love of a child can lead us 

Through the gates of the Great Unseen 
From the passions that degrade us 
It can lift to a world serene; 

It carries us to our own bright youth 
When we had not a grief or care 
When the whole wide world seemed filled with truth 
And life was so wondrously fair. 

And this love when close about us furled 
Hath marvelous subtle power 
To cure the stings of a careless world 
And brighten life’s darkest hour. 

It can lighten even a dungeon’s gloom 
' It can stifle grief most wild 
And we rise to fight the most damnable doom 
For the tender love of a child. 

Oh so long as the soul can hold such love 
It will dare and do and sing 
And though it may miss the heights above 
Through the fault of a broken wing; 

It cannot be crushed in the mire and dust 
It cannot be made to feel 
That life is worthless, it will, it must 
Aspire to the child’s ideal. 




GENERAL FITZHUGH LEE 


General Fitzhugh Lee—magic in the very 
name — magic that wafts to us the renown 
of a gallant officer in the Confederate Army. 
Consul General in Havana and Major Gen¬ 
eral in the Phillipines for General Lee hav¬ 
ing won distinction in the greatest war in 
history, presented to the world another of 
those grand unique characters that came up 
from the chaos of the Lost Cause to take 
an active part in everything conducive to the 
welfare of the Union and to aid in every 
possible way the cementing of the bonds of 
fellowship between Northern and South¬ 
ern soldiers and perhaps no visitor in Colum¬ 
bus ever received a more cordial welcome 
than this grand old warrior who has been here 
for several days this week. 

On Monday afternoon under auspices of 
Robert E. Lee Chapter, Daughters of Con¬ 
federacy, a reception was held in the parlors 
of the Chittenden on Monday evening. Gen. 
Lee gave his famous lecture on “Peace in the 
United States and Cuba.” Went from the 
auditorium to the Columbus Club, where 
an informal dinner was given in his honor. 
The following day he was the guest of the 
Senate of the State of Ohio for a short time, 
a recess being taken in order to hear a short 
talk from the distinguished visitor. 

Members of the reception committee were 
Mrs. J. L. Peaford, Mrs. Wm. Ward, Mrs. 
J. Y. Bassell, Mrs. N. N. Teeford, Mrs. W. 
B. Sells, Mamie Burke, Mr. B. P. -Lark, W. L. 
Currey, J. Y. Bassell, Colonel Kilbourne, J. 
H. Outhwaite, Prof. W. O. Thompson, Prof. 
J. A. Shawan, Prof. F. S. Fox, Adjutant Gen¬ 
eral Gyer, Rev. J. M. Anderson, Major 
Harry Neil, Major W. F. Goodspeed, Col. 
Coit, Hon. H. M. Daugherty, Fred C. Rector. 

At dinner those present were, Gen. For¬ 
sythe, Gen. Lee, E. R. Sharp, Surgeon 
Major Edie, United States Garrison, F. W. 
Prentiss, H. L. Dennison, J. Y. Bassell, F. W. 
Sinks, W. F. Burdell, J. M. Taylor, Tod 
Galloway, Col. Penny, Gov. George K. Nash. 

After the various functions in his honor 
were over I called at Governor Nash’s office 


to see General Lee. After some talk he re¬ 
lated some of his experiences while here, 
after which I asked him to tell me the story 
of his exchange for General Wilson. 

"But I was never exchanged,” was the sur¬ 
prised reply. 

"But surely you remember being exchanged! 
at Harpers Ferry.” 

“My dear friend, I have no such recollec¬ 
tion.” 

“You are General Fitzhugh Lee are you 
not? Well then, you must have been ex¬ 
changed, it’s an historical fact that you were.” 

“Without my recollecting it?” 

“Undoubtedly, since General Wilson him¬ 
self told me the story, but now that I think 
of it, I am perplexed, for the man' he de¬ 
scribed was tall, handsome and distinguished.. 

“Oh, but this is good,” exclaimed General 
Lee with mellow laughter that filled the Gov¬ 
ernor’s office. Then resuming his gravity, he 
continued, “your candor has thrown some- 
light upon the subject, you have mistaken me 
for my cousin General Fitzhugh Lee.” 

“Are all the men in your family given the 
same name?” 

"No. My cousin’s name was Robert Fitz¬ 
hugh Lee, my name is James Fitzhugh Lee.” 

“So you were never exchanged?” 

“No, I couldn’t be exchanged when I was 
never captured.” I suppose my cousin was 
braver than I, but having one of the best 
horses in the service, I never let the Yankees 
get near enough to take me,” and again the 
mellow laughter filled the room as though 
he had just escaped from a pursuing host. 

Then the insouciance of the army officer 
vanished, a grave expression shadowed his 
face and his voice held the note that sweeps 
into the lightest talk of those who have 
drank deep of life’s cup without losing the- 
simplicity that is so lovable, albeit so ele¬ 
mental, for without a word touching on aught 
that he had done or won he said : 

“No jesting, I had the finest horse in the- 
service. How he could go. It makes my 
blood thrill now to think of it.” 


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FAVORITE FLOWERS. 


The voiceless lips of flowers have spoken 
in all times, under all conditions and in all 
climes. They give us our first impression of 
beauty and as love’s last gift they rest upon 
the bier. They please the lad and plead for 
the lover; the maiden muses o’er their mean¬ 
ing. the bride’s brow bears them to life’s new 
story, and they are pinned upon the warrior’s 
breast as he goes to deathless glory. Through 
life they console and inspire, symbolizing the 
soul's sweetest sentiments, sublimating the 
spirit with fire divine. So great is their influ¬ 
ence that the choice of a flower is often indi¬ 
cative of the character and attributes of an 
individual. 

The Easter tide is a fitting time to learn 
the favorite flower of some of the representa¬ 
tive persons of Columbus. Accordingly some 
were asked to name the flower they love most. 

“Sweet Peas and Mignonette — 

Delicacy and qualities surpassing charms.” 

Mrs. Stewart, wife of Judge Stewart, con¬ 
siders these two dainty flowers equally pleas¬ 
ing and can make no definite choice between 
them. 

Governor Nash, with a genial laugh, replied: 
“I like them all so well that I can’t make a 
•choice. I haven’t any particular preference.” 

“Which flower do you wear?” 

“Whatever is given me.- 1 make no selec¬ 
tion for I am fond of them all. One doesn't 
appeal to me more than another.” 

Mrs. Josephine Outhwaite said violets hold 
the first place in her affection. While she was 
speaking, Mr. Outhwaite entered and in reply 
to my inquiry said: “I have two. Among 
wild blossoms, the little red pink is my choice. 
It was the flower of my boyhood which it 
brings back to me. Among the cultivated 
flowers, I like that kind of pinkish, transpar¬ 
ent. copper colored rose.” 

“Pinkish, transparent, copper colored rose?” 
echoed Mrs. Outhwaite. “Where have you 
seen them?” 

"At your dinners scores of times.” 

“Oh, you mean La France rose.” 

"I don’t know what you call it. I don’t 
bother with names. It’s the beauty that” 
appeals to me.” 

Mr. Rutherford Platt, disregarding the 


meaning of yellow chrysanthemums to be 
slighted love, claims them as his favorite in 
the floral kingdom. 

Mrs. Alfred Kelley, when seen at her home, 
was attired in a violet colored silk with ame¬ 
thysts gleaming amid its soft folds which 
emitted the faintest odor of violets. She did 
not need to mention her flower — her color, 
her jewels, her perfume told it was the blos¬ 
som emblematic of modesty and faithfulness. 
She discussed this flower and her lifelong at¬ 
tachment to itr Miss Gwendolyn Kelley's 
favorite is the American Beauty. She has a 
very pronounced leaning toward red which is 
vastly becoming to her style. 

General Beatty, who possesses a soldier’s 
simplicity of manner, favors the flower that 
in floral language signifies simplicity. Said 
he: “I think there is no flower so fair, so 
fine, so fragrant as the wild rose. Its perfume 
is different from any other that this alone 
would make it attractive if it were not in 
itself so dainty.” 

With regard to her favorite, Mrs. Robert 
Neil said: “In my estimation there are none 
so lovely as the full blown rose. Of course 
I admire the buds but they are not always sat¬ 
isfying. I like to see them expanded, especially 
the pink rose. However, I have a slight pref¬ 
erence for the white rose above all others. 
It seems to throw out such a sweet and holy 
incense.” 

Said Colonel Coit: “My wife lets me have 
a flower bed of my own in her garden and 
I have it filled with sweet peas. I am very 
successful with them and they are such a fav¬ 
orite that I don’t care to have another flower 
in my bed.” 

Dr. Hissey, the well-known politician rc- 
j lied : “The red rose.” 

“Do you know its meaning?” 

“No. What is it?” 

“Love, deep, ardent love.” 

“Well, love and all, it will have to go at 
that for that’s my favorite.” 

Dr. Rexford was the next man to whom 
the question was propounded and he responded 
promptly: “The red rose. It’s the rarest 
flower that blooms for me.” 


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“And it signifies ‘the greatest thing in the 
world’." 

"Is that its meaning, love?” 

Mrs. Thomas Powell replied: “Old-fash¬ 
ioned roses like those that grew in my moth¬ 
er s garden. They always bring it before me. 
W e had the English garden you know — beds 
of vegetables with flowers around them, and 
currant and rose bushes all along the fence. 
It was so dear to me that the flowers that 
remind me of it are my favorites.” 

Mrs. Lily Hickok has a preference for the 
water lily. Her choice sugge’sts misty moon¬ 
light, rippling waters, the starry centered 
flowers with their gleaming petals. In flower 
language the water lily signifies silence and 
purity of heart. Mrs. Hickok’s mother, Mrs. 
demon Aston, is intensely fond of the sweet 
scented cyclamen diffidence. Her devotion to 
it dates from a winter that she spent in Ger¬ 
many 56 years ago. Before she left Dresden, 
the Baroness von Sickendoff, with whom she 
had been stopping, presented her with a jar 
of the cyclamen, =aying, “They remind me of 
you so much th „■ I think they must be your 
flower.” Since then Mrs. Acton has always 
been loyal to the flower. Prior to that she 
had great fondness for roses. 

Mr. Robert Jeffrey and Mr. J. Y. Bassell 
respectively president and secretary of the 
Board of Trade, were asked what are their 
favorite flowers. “My wife,” was the reply 
of Mr. Jeffrey. 

“Violets, because my wife loves them,” said 
Mr. Bassell, as though he didn’t mean to be 
outdone in gallantry. “It’s the flower I always 
buy for her,” he continued. 

“When I buy flowers for my wife, I always 
buy American Beauty because it is more 
appropriate,” was Mr. Jeffrey’s rejoinder. 

“This is it,” said Mrs. Elsie Fitch Hinman, 
touching a Marchal Neil rose that she wore. 
“It’s old fashioned — I mean it’s not a popu¬ 
lar flower, but that doesn’t detract from the 
charm it has always had for me.” 

“But, Mrs. Hinman, it means jealousy.” 

“Does it?” with a smile. “I never thought 
of its meaning but that doesn’t detract from it 
either. It pleases the eye and the odor is 
lovely.” 

It seemed a little odd that the next indi¬ 
vidual to whom the question was addressed, 
Mayor Tom L. Johnson of Cleveland, should 
reply: “The Marchal Neil rose is my favorite 
of flowers. There are many reasons why the 
Marchal Neil is my favorite, but aside from 
these the flower would be most attractive to 


me. Its odor is so very fine and it is so rich 
and yet so innocent, so much in need of pro¬ 
tection and yet seeming to soar above all 
other flowers.” 

Senator Patterson responded, “The chrysan¬ 
themum, coming as it does when most other 
flowers have disappeared, has always received 
niy particular attention so it must be the 
favorite.” 

"What colors do you prefer?” 

"Oh, red and white principally.” 

“What a pretty conception ! In the order 
you mentioned the meanings of your flowers 
form the sentence, ‘I love truth,’ for you see 
the red signifies ‘I love,’ and the white ‘truth’.” 

"I hope it’s true.” 

Mr. W. G. Benham replied, “Violets.” 

"It would be interesting to know why you 
prefer violets.” 

"First, because they are the first flowers to 
greet us in the spring and then because of 
their exquisite fragrance. There is nothing 
in the world of perfumes to be compared with 
the odor of violets. One breath of their per¬ 
fume opens a new world for us. Think of 
those lines in ‘1 welfth Night,’ where the sad 
music evokes the words: 

‘That strain again it had a dying fall; 

Oh it came o’er my ear like the sweet south 
That breathes upon a bank of violets, 

Stealing and giving odor’.” 

Senator Moore of Athens thinks the Ameri¬ 
can Beauty surpasses all other flowers. 

Dr. Hewitt said: “I never gave the subject 
a thought but I suppose my choice is the 
golden rod since that is the national flower.” 

Hon. Harry Daugherty is an ardent devo¬ 
tee of the pink carnation which in floral lan¬ 
guage means "woman’s love or fascination.” 

Hon. Henry Taylor also- considers it more 
beautiful than any other flower and wears it 
frequently. 

Colonel Knattss is partial to any kind of a 
red flower and there is a pathetic reason con¬ 
nected with this preference. During the civil 
war when recovering consciousness after a 
dangerous wound, the first thing he noticed 
while still unable to speak or understand, was 
some red flowers in his line of vision. In 
speaking of it he said, “Those flowers saved 
my life for they told me that I was in the 
hands of friends. Enemies don’t furnish' 
flowers, so I was encouraged, and hope, you 
know, means much when one is ill.” 

Mr. Howard Park’s flower of flowers is the 
red rose. Mr. Z. L. White prefers La France. 
Mr. W. H. Fisher named the sunflower ar 


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his favorite and in speaking of it said: “The 
^sunflower is hardy and I was always accus¬ 
tomed to seeing them in the gardens when I 
was a child. It may be association of ideas 
has something to do with it. Anyway, I 
don't feel right without sunflowers in the 
yard a ltd garden.” 

"It's such an ugly flower.” 

"I don’t agree with you. It is beautiful if 
you look at it right. Its colors are so rich 
it does me good to look at it.” 

Bring violets for Hon. D. J. Ryan, old- 
fashioned pink roses for General Axline, pink 
.carnations for Judge Badger, and red carna¬ 
tions for Hon. W. S. McKinnon for these are 
their favorite flowers. 

Lieutenant Governor Nippert’s taste is de¬ 
cidedly different from that of the majority of 
men. He said: “The water lily is my flower. 
It is so fair, so fragile in a way, and yet can 
endure the sweep of waves because its roots 
are firmly fastened. Then, too, it seems to be 
-so quiet, although constantly moving. Its 
•meaning is silence and purity of heart.” 

Mrs. Dora Sandoe Bachman, the lawyer, 
2has a preference for the nasturtium. Of it 


she said: “It is such a strong, hardy flower 
it remains fresh and pleasing so long. Then 
I like its pungent odor. It is so invigorating, 
so different from -the perfume of many flowers 
which is enervating. The nasturtium in flower 
language signifies patriotism.” 

Mrs. Anna Clark, president of the state W. 
C. T. U., replied: “I like La Marguerite 
better than any other flower, because it will 
grow without coddling; in fact it will 
grow in spite of all that may be done against 
it. The daisy as hardy as it is pleasing, is 
found everywhere. It is a flower that all 
people may enjoy and for that I like it. Then, 
too, it retains its freshness and daintiness so 
long. Fact, is, I don’t 'like to see anyone wear 
flowers. It seems cruel to cut them, for I 
think of flowers as human beings only with¬ 
out souls.” 

Mrs. Ledora Leslie Webb, state legislative 
superintendent, has a preference in the floral 
realm for the lily of the valley which means 
unconscious sweetness and the return of hap¬ 
piness. It is sometimes called “The Ladder 
to Heaven.” 



ATONEMENT 


A STORY OF REAL LIFE. 


''She passed through the valley and shadow 

J ill the stars massed in glory o'er head 

Declared that her truth was triumphant, 

That the tyrant of Falsehood was dead. 

For her feet had been steel to the fire 

And she came to her flowers again.” 

— Col. IV. A. Taylor. 

(Written for The Sunday Press.) 

“There is a resurrection for all things.” 

A woman sat alone in a small sleeping 
room of a lodging house in Columbus think¬ 
ing of these words and the man who had 
spoken them one Easter eve years ago. 

In thought she was with him again and 
saw him tall, distinguished in bearing, with 
the namclc-s charm of manner that belongs 
to the world’s best. Again she seemed to feel 
the infinite tenderness in his luminous eyes, 
his light, caressing touch upon her hair, then 
his arms folding, crushing her to his heart as 
he repeated: 

“There is a resurrection for all things.” 

1 he look and the embrace had said more 
than his words, as a reply to the plaint: 

“I have killed your love.” 

She had not really believed that she had 
done this, but she knew she had wounded 
his pride so deeply there was a possibility he 
would stifle his heart's emotion and refuse to 
forgive her. She had been a little startled by 
his vehemence, for he was usually so cool, so 
calm, so exasperatingly “good form” that she 
had once said if he were dying he would bow 
in his graceful, negligent way and take his 
departure for another world without the 
slightest change in his manner. 

Startled a little, but pleased also by the 
consciousness that she had power to disturb 
his serenity, she still had the virtue of not 
seeming to triumph over his canon. So she 
sank into a rocker declaring she was tired, 
but that he must proceed with the letters, the 
reading of which she had interrupted, for 
she didn’t mean to bother. 

“No, you don’t mean to bother, but you 


are the worst bother of my life,” he said 
sadly. 

“You mean I take so much of your time?” 
with an expression of humility. 

“Yes, you are a relentless time consumer.” 

“Then I’ll go.” 

“Oh, it isn’t the time you take while with 
me, but the time I spend thinking of you 
when you’re out of my sight.” 

With a quick movement she was beside 
him. She had meant to touch his hand or 
face, but the reserve in her nature — reserve 
hidden by superficial impulsiveness caused her 
to change the intent and say shyly: 

“Then I don’t really bother you?” 

He drew her to him, saying softly: 

“Yes, you do; in the way that a man is 
bothered by the only woman he has ever 
really loved. Now are you satisfied?” 

“Read your letters and don’t speak to me 
again until you’ve answered them.” 

“My correspondents will be hurt by my 
brevity.” 

“I’m going as soon as you finish.” 

“Not until then? They will wait a long 
time for replies,” tipping his chair back and 
lighting a cigar. 

This was the beauty of their companion¬ 
ship. There was never the slightest formality. 
Often she sat near him while he worked or 
smoked in silence, for as a rule they were 
not given to words. Sometimes he could 
work better if she was near him, but there 
had been times when he had sent her away 
as he might have sent a troublesome child. 
From another man this would have been an 
insult, but from the first moment their eyes 
had met she had been too thoroughly a part 
of himself not to comprehend the varying 
moods of his artistic nature. 

After he had finished his cigar he began 
to write, saying, “How do you suppose it will 
end?” just as though he had been speaking 
his thoughts aloud, and she answered him as 
though he had done so, for she knew he re¬ 
ferred to their love dream. 


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176 

“It is not to end.” 

“You are right. It will never end,” was 
the grave, almost solemn reply. “It is death¬ 
less.” Then he turned to his letters. 

While he wrote she studied his fine face 
and noting how weary and pale, how shad¬ 
owed with pain it was, her eyes became misty 
with tears and her heart ached with a sadness 
unknown to it before, though all her life had 
been sad and hard until she had met him. 
She recalled how he had changed it, how 
much he had been to her, how gentle and 
considerate, seeming to understand every wish 
and thought of hers through an almost divine 
comprehension. And she — she had tram¬ 
pled on his pride and wounded him in a 
way that men find most difficult to pardon, 
but without a word of reproach she had been 
restored to her place in his regard. 

At the thought of his magnanimity such re¬ 
morse surged through her heart that he 
seemed to feel it, for leaving his writing he 
bent above her with the grace that was 
almost a caress and said: 

“Dear heart, do not grieve. The present 
is compensation. It doesn’t matter about the 
past so long as I have you.” Then without 
another word he left her. 

She knew that he had gone to bring some¬ 
thing that he thought would please her, hence 
she was a little surprised when he returned 
with his calm brow wearing the nearest ap¬ 
proach to a frown that she had ever seen 
there. 

His face cleared before the wistful look >n 
her eyes as he said: “A sketch I meant to 
show you proves to be a mere daub not worth 
a glance from you.” 

“Let me be the judge,” she replied in her 
soft voice. 

“No, nothing but the best for you whether 
it’s a picture, a poem, a flower or only a 
picturesque hat for Easter. This reminds me 
that I’ve never seen you wear a flower- 
trimmed hat, though I know you are passion¬ 
ately fond of flowers.” 

“The natural, not the artificial. A friend 
told me that I was the most natural woman 
he ever knew, so I’ll have to live up to my 
reputation.” 

“I am glad your friend said that. It de¬ 
scribes you, a natural woman. You are also 
the most extraordinary woman I have ever 
met. However, I’m glad you don’t wear flow¬ 
ers on your hat. I like a woman who can 
wear a hat without—” 

“Trimming. If you were my husband I 


should think there was method in your liking. 
As it is, I’ll believe you’re sincere and forego 
an Easter hat. Now the sketch, please.” 

“Of course, you always have your own way. 
Fact is, when you’re in the room I go out 
the window—a groveling slave, an idiot, re¬ 
mains.” 

“It isn’t bad—” doubtfully. “But you didn't 
do it.” 

“No, if I had, you’d say it was good. Oh, 
was there ever such a woman. It frightens 
me to think how you have entered into my 
life, so that I can never do without you now. 
I don’t understand it. Usually I can control 
my thoughts, but not since I met you. Not 
since the moment when I knew my ideal was 
before me, a real woman. Yes, you have the 
oval face, the lips, the brow, the eyes that tell 
what you are — a combination of thought and 
feeling, mind and heart, passion and purity, 
such as I have dreamed a woman should be. 
Yes, you are the woman intended for me, so 
go where you will, do as you may, still you 
will be mine through all eternity. Love and 
thought are stronger than all other forces and 
mine shall hold you forever.” 

“You hurt me by such intensity.” 

“Then I’ll cure the hurt,” and leaning back 
in his chair he repeated some lines of verse 
imbued with the highest, holiest sentiment she 
had ever heard voiced. From the moment 
when their souls had blended in a first glance 
there had not been a time when the sound 
of his voice had not caused her heart to 
vibrate more tumultuously than usual. He 
had made her a happier, better woman than 
she had ever dreamed she could be, in her 
dark unhappy past, she loved him with all the 
strength of her nature, but never until that 
hour had he exerted his full power over her. 
With the witchery of words and the sorcery 
of his voice he carried her into an atmosphere 
so pure, so holy, that human love had no place 
in it. The dreams of her childhood came 
back to her. She saw herself a little girl in 
snowy nightrobe kneeling by an open window 
looking up to the stars in the dark immensity 
of space with a child’s first wondering 
thoughts of life and death and that which 
may be afterward. 

When he had ceased to speak she looked at 
him with quivering lips and eyes suffused 
with tears. The silence was too sacred to be 
broken by words, but soon her tears were 
falling unrestrainedly. With reverential touch 
he wiped them away with his own handker- 


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chief, soothing her by the movement of his 
hands. 

When she was quiet he said: 

"My child, what shall I do with you? 
From the first I have placed you on a ped¬ 
estal and worshipped you, but never have 
you been so precious to me as in this hour 
when the rare responsiveness of your nature 
has been revealed so unconsciously.” 

Then bowing low over her hand he held it 
to his lips for one moment. But in that kiss 
he told her more than he ever had in more 
ardent caresses. She felt that for all time 
allegiance and boundless devotion were 
pledged, although the compact was a silent 
one. 

She left him with the dreamy look in her 
eyes intensified but with sadness unutterable 
in her heart. 

"He must be another Christ,” she mur¬ 
mured without a thought of blasphemy, for 
she thought of Christ only as the highest, 
most exalted type of manhood. 

“I wish he was not so good to me. I 
love him so that his love hurts me. I love 
him so that I wish he did not love me,” 
were her remorseful thoughts as she walked 
the floor of her room throughout the night 
unable to sleep because she could not drug 
the memory of a wrong she had done him 
of which he knew nothing; which she had 
resolved he never should know. 

On Easter Sunday she was too ill, too de¬ 
pressed to leave her room, but the following 
day she was with him, and, stifling remorse, 
gave herself up to happiness. 

All that bygone time was relieved by the 
lonely woman in the lodging house and as 
she in memory felt again the lingering touch 
of her lover’s lips and hands, soft flushes of 
color suffused her face, her eyes became lust¬ 
rous and a half smile parted her lips as she 
turned to a mirror to adjust the heavy coils 
of her hair. In amazement she stared at her 
reflection, for the soft mass of her hair 
which had become loosened, had formed an 
aureole about her face and this, with the love 
thoughts that had softened it, combined to 
take years away from her appearance. For a 
moment her brain reeled with the thought — 
was it only yesterday, a few hours ago, that 
he said, “There is a resurrection for all 
things!” Surely I look just as I did then. 
Have I been dead and resurrected? Slowly 
her eyes wandered about the room trying to 
grasp the real and separate it from the un¬ 


reality that enveloped her. Slowly a realiza¬ 
tion of the actual shaped itself in her over¬ 
wrought mind, but as if to make assurance 
doubly sure, she opened a small box and' 
looked at its contents. An Easter egg and 
an envelope. From this she drew some news¬ 
paper clippings. 

1 he headlines of one of these contained 
her own name followed by the word “Sen¬ 
tenced. Her eyes dwelt in an unseeing way 
upon the terse account of that which was 
written on her mind. It all rushed back with 
renewed force. Her arrest for the murder 
of her husband in that dark past which she 
had tried so hard to outlive, the past that 
she had concealed from her friends of her 
new life, the clever, cultured, artistic people 
who had helped her forget the hardness and 
bitterness of former years. She recalled their 
efforts' in her behalf during her incarceration 
in a county jail. Then the sickening details 
of the trial stood out clear in her memory. 
She saw the anxious faces of her friends as 
the web of circumstantial evidence closed 
round her. Then the waiting for the verdict 
of the jury and the hush before the judge, in 
cold judicial tones, sentenced her to a long 
term in state prison. Again she felt the 
numbing horror of that hour creep through 
her, the lines that pain had cut about her 
mouth deepened and a grayish pallor over¬ 
spread her face. For hours she sat in a 
stupor akin to that which had held her in 
thrall for months after the prison door had 
clanged behind her. Stupor, which the prison 
physician, a young man with a sympathetic 
heart, had tried in vain to overcome but 
which had not been.broken until Easter Sun¬ 
day just a year from the day when she had 
thought herself so unworthy the sweetness, 
that had come into her life. 

She had been roused from that despairing- 
stupor by the words, “See here, little girl,. 
I’ve brought you my Easter egg,” and had 
recoiled with a shudder from the woman who • 
had spoken, one of the most repulsive of all' 
the prison inmates, but in the folds of her * 
apron she carried a beautiful Easter egg., 
which she proffered, saying: 

“I want you to have this because your eyes: 
make me think of the Virgin Mary. It’s all 
I have to give you.” 

“All I have to give you.” As the soldier 
essays to respond to the bugle call, though 
wounded unto death, so the half-slain nature 
of the lodging house woman had responded.; 


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to the desire that was back of the poor old 
creature’s simple words. They touched her 
infinitely and her hand went out to take, as 
a priceless gift, an Easter egg. Then the icy 
barriers that had held her soul melted, the 
burning eyes knew for the first time in 
months the blessed relief of tears. 

Hands that were stained with toil and 
black with crime stroked her hair. Hands 
that bore no resemblance to those that had 
soothed her with magnetic touch in that never 
to be forgotten hour, but which someway 
seemed to convey a message from him recall¬ 
ing as they did how he had touched her face 
and hair, and the beautiful unuttered com¬ 
pact that followed. The influence from that 
hour swept over her there in that gloomy 
prison, until for a moment she forgot her 
'surroundings and smiled with a faint return 
of her old self as the old woman said: 

After that interest in the unfortunates 
about her helped her to live until one day 
the news that her lover and her friends had 
succeeded in establishing her innocence was 
brought to her. Her dearest woman friend 
who had aided her lover in his untiring 
efforts in her behalf, sobbed through very joy 
as she told her that she was free and that 
he was waiting to take her away. 

She was silent several minutes, then turning 
to her friend said: “Will you help me get 
away while he waits? I can not see him. I 
have determined that he shall not link his life 
with mine, that is outwardly, for my life will 
-always be shadowed by the remembrance of 
-this place and he must not live in that gloom. 
His ambition would die, his life work would 
be spoiled, but he would not see it in this 
way and even if he did his great, generous 
heart would cause him to throw away all that 
the world could give to share an obscure life 
with me, for I can never be what I once 
hoped to be—his companion, sharing his am¬ 
bitions and his work. I cannot ever again 
face the glare of public life. I must live in 


the shadows; so, my friends, I wish you to 
help me get out of the state before he has a 
chance to weaken my resolve. It would go 
down before the light in his eyes. That must 
not be. Ah, I see that I must tell you more 
or you will think that I should go to him. 
I was not guilty of the murder of the hus¬ 
band of my youth, but I was guilty of a 
crime against this man I love. Treachery, 
blackest, basest treachery. Now will you help 
me put away that bliss that he offers; will 
you help me make atonement?” 

Her friend had helped her and with a 
woman’s resourcefulness that had baffled all 
efforts to find her changed vitally in character 
and appearance, she bears little resemblance 
to her former self, unless stirred by great 
emotion there is little possibility of her be¬ 
ing recognized by any of her former friends. 
Her life is colorless save for the gleams of 
light that flash through it when she reads or 
hears of the brilliant successes of the man she 
loves. When he loosed the shackles from her 
soul and taught her the wonderful power of 
a forgiving love, he filled her with a rapt 
desire to be the woman that he thought she 
was. That desire has lived through all her 
bitter experience, and if as has been said 
prayer is the intense desire of the soul, her 
life is one long prayer. 

On one day in each year the sombre brood¬ 
ing eyes are lightened by an expression of 
peace for on Easter morning she wakens from 
dreams in which she hears her lover’s voice 
saying: 

“Your cross is heavy. Fain would I take 
it from you, but the masters have decreed 
that you must bear it all alone until prepared 
for the work you have in later life but in 
time, beloved, how soon I may not tell you 
I shall be permitted to remove your burden, 
then on your brow shall rest the sign that 
you have made complete atonement and your 
soul shall recognize that “there is a resur¬ 
rection for all things. 


COL. TAYLOR’S FLOWER 


Where is the individual who has ever seen 
Col. W. A. Taylor without a little red flower 
gleaming upon the lapel of his coat? 

On the street, in hotel lobbies, in libraries, 
in cafes, giving his views of the topics of 
the day or relating some incident in his in¬ 
imitable way; in caucuses or committee rooms, 
in the clamor of conventions or the clashes 
of campaigns, upholding some plank in the 
party platform, or making speeches in behalf 
of the inalienable rights of men; in his den 
writing newspaper and magazine stories that 
are as striking as his own individuality and 
bits of verse that shame the present and 
awaken dim, sweet longings of one’s buried 
youth, or in a banquet hall tossing epigrams 
as sparkling as the champagne, this man of 
many parts wears always a tiny blossom that 
is as much a part of his personality as his 
smile, his immaculate linen or faultless clothes. 

In truth, without that little boutiner Colonel 
Taylor wouldn’t be Colonel Taylor no more 
than brandy is brandy without its bouquet. 

For years that flower held all the fascina¬ 
tion of the unknown for me. My attention 
was drawn to it the first time I ever saw 
Colonel Taylor. In truth I saw the flowbr 
before I saw him. He was speaking at a 
political meeting in a mining town and in 
that town in those days the man who wore 
a boutinere was such an unusual sight that 
his identity could easily be lost as was no¬ 
ticed when a group of schoolgirls decided that 
the ‘‘best speaker was the man who wore 
the flower.” 

Years afterward I was sent to see Col. 
“Bill” Taylor and there was the man who 
wore the flower. From that hour I wove 
romances about it until one day when I had 
come to know the Colonel well I drifted into 
Democratic State Headquarters in the Co¬ 
lumbian Block and asked a question relative 
to that which long had mystified me. 

In reply, Col. Taylor placed a chapter of his 
then unpublished book “Intermere” in my 
hands. In some way that never could be ex¬ 
plained that story recalled the haunting ques¬ 
tion of the flower until the hold it had upon 
imagination beat down the natural instinct that 
refrains from non-professional questions im¬ 
pelling me to ask about it. 

So long the pause before the Colonel made 

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reply and then so changed his voice I feared 
I'd touched some grief too deep for words 
for 

“There are things of which we may not speak 

There are dreams that cannot die 
There are thoughts that make the strong 
heart weak 

And bring a pallor upon the cheek 

And a mist before the eye.” 

However, not a tragic but a tender mood 
. had been evoked and then I learned that 
for more than forty years this man of affairs 
has known no day. and scarce an hour that 
he has not worn a little flower in memory 
of that which is more to him than any me¬ 
mory of a love dream however sweet; for, 
in the hour that his mother’s high, impersonal 
love for her country triumphed over love 
for her boy, when she had decided that he 
was not hers to have and hold while his 
beloved land had need of him she pinned upon 
his coat a little blossom crimson hued, then 
loosed her hands and in silence watched 
him turn and hasten towards the surging hosts 
of volunteers. 

That flower was the farewell that her lips 
could not form. It was the signal of sur¬ 
render after struggle greater far than any 
man can ever know, for it was gathered in 
the darkness of that night where mothers 
writhe in tearless, soundless agony supreme 
ere they relinquish hold on lives which they 
have brought from portals separating life 
and death. 

And so this cultured gentleman of the old 
school whose faults become him better than 
the virtues of a different type of man, wears 
ever above his heart the symbol of that sac¬ 
rifice, the flower that wafts to him the frag- 
grance of the hour when starward floated in¬ 
cense from the altar of renunciation. 

In that tiny flower is typified the truest, 
tenderest part of Colonel Taylor’s nature — 
the poetry of it — so when he strikes some 
chord that vibrates through the heart of 
things with strange and subtile sweetness, 
we scent the odor of the flowers immortal, 
the fadeless flowers that form the wreaths 
of fame for those who were the “Boys of 
’ 61 .” 



INCIDENT IN LOCAL ROOM IN 
LOCAL ROOM VERNACULAR. 


Just a messenger boy with eyes aglow 
Who answered the editor’s call 
In a way that was far from being slow 
For he bounced in the door like a ball 
Then he stood at “Attention” soldier like 
With his arms thrust out in the air, 

But he disappeared like the latest “bike” 

When he heard the Editor swear. 

He hasn’t been back since that sultry night 
Which he’ll surely never forget 
He may have died from his terrible fright 
But the Editor’s swearing yet. 

Where he once swore once he now swears twice 
For he splits his words in two 
And spreads them out at a discount price 
In a lurid sort of hue. 

He swears at the weather and lack of news 
At a poor cigar or misplaced knife, 

At the confounded crank who airs his views 
Till he burdens the editor’s life — 

The people who ask for the baseball score 
And many with sorrows to tell 
And those who suddenly bolt in the door 
Beginning their talk with “well”. 

All these come in for a goodly share 
Of his talk with its lurid light, 

But his choicest phrase is kept with care 
For the messenger of that night, 

And oh may the gods pour forth their wrath 
And e’en let the heavens fall 
Ere that boy shall wander across the path 
Of the man who made that “call.” 

For “killed” was a story he wished to wire 
When that frightened messenger fled 
And time does not lessen his burning ire 
When he thinks of that news so dead 
Oh he read that beat in a rival sheet 
With eyes that were sad and weary 
Then he swore that fame was a blasted cheat 
And the local room grew dreary — 

As he colored the air nine shades of blue 
Then paused with an ominous frown 
Where the staff raced time rushing copy through 
And ordered “all stuff held down” 

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Not a man looked up his wrath to provoke 
The boys have the training fine 
But a woman’s a woman, of course one spoke 
As the small boy said with a whine. 

For she had secured some important views 
From a man of national fame 
And she thought that merely considered as news 
Her “stuff” should have more than a name, 
But her eloquence ceased when the editor said — 
Oh woman withhold your tricks 
For if Laz’rus himself should rise from the dead 
He coulddn’t have more than three sticks, 

On a night like this, but I waste my breath, 

You know the rules of this place, 

But always until you have caused my death 
Will you calmly ask for more space. 

Then slices of silence passed and fell 
Till the air was untouched by sound. 

Save the click of machines or telephone bell 
As the wheels of work went around. 

But smoldering still was the editor’s wrath 
And his vengeance fell on all; 

Oh he seemed to need an electric bath 

But the sporting man said “high ball.” 

“Hold down this desk and I’ll do as you say,” 

Said the editor leaving the room. 

And then as the night was passing away, 

With it passed much of the gloom; 

\ 

For when he returned tho no ball was in sight 
He had it was plain to be seen — 

In his manner invested with added might 
And his smile like a hash heesh dream. 

And his voice which had been so loud and gruff 
As he gave that terse command — 

Was oiled, as he said “we’ll use all stuff 
For we’ve got to keep up with the band. 

With no news coming, four pages more 
On account of an extra ad, 

Will give you people a chance to score 
And show just how you can pad.” 

Again not a word nor the glance of an eye 
From the men in that busy place 
They knew the folly of making reply 

They were used to the changing pace. 

But the woman well — she wished to swear 
Yet some way had never learned how — 

So she took a hand glass and fixed her hair 
And studied the dents on her brow; 




YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS 


A half hour later the editor cried, 

“^re you all up with the band” 

And then as her hand glass he espied 
He muttered, “Well I’ll be --!” 

Then where’s that column or two you had 
I can use ev’ry line of it now 
Still down to two sticks, I told you to pad” 
“Yes you will, or we’ll have a row” 

And then with the tact that covers much guile 
And is part of an editor’s store — 

He met her last word with a bow and a smile 
And she took him two columns more 



J. S. MOSSGROVE. 






GENERAL STORIES. 


OFF FOR MANILLA. 

Eight hundred and forty-seven soldiers, 
comprising the detachments of the Sixteenth, 
Seventeenth, Nineteenth and Twenty-third 
infantry and the Fourth Cavalry, left Colum 
bus for Manila, Monday morning over the 
Hocking Valley Railroad. They were in two 
divisions, the first in command of Captain 
B. B. Buck, Twenty-second artillery, and the 
second in command of Captain Wren. A few 
friends of the boys were at the station to bid 
them goodby and to leave with them big 
baskets of eatables, but not many people 
knew of their departure and it attracted little 
notice. 

Three baggage cars filled with company 
property accompanied the detachment, also 
two parrots, four dogs and a cat. Thirty-five 
men were absent when the detachment left 
the city, though several squads patrolled the 
streets in search of them. 

THE JAHRMARKT. 

The ‘‘Jahrmarkt” in progress at the Inde¬ 
pendent Protestant church is a pronounced 
success in every way and the ladies who have 
charge of it deserve much commendation for 
the manner in which they have carried out 
some very unique ideas. 

The “Jahrmarkt” is the old German fair of 
the churches in Germany. The booths, with 
handsome decorations in various colors, and 
the people who, with gay chatter and laugh¬ 
ter examine or buy the many beautiful ar¬ 
ticles displayed, present a vivid picture of 
pleasure that has in it more than a sugges¬ 
tion of the old world and recalls certain 
features of the German village at the Colum¬ 
bian World’s Fair. 

The entertainments given are numerous. 
Among the special attractions Thursday 
evening was a cake walk by ’Arry Born’s 
pickaninnies. These little darkies are very 
graceful and throw heart and soul into the 
entertainment. 

The menu Thursday evening consisted of 

many odd dishes, among them hasenpfeffer 
* 

and noodles. 

For supper to-night the ladies will serve 


sauerkraut, schweinenknoechel, frankfurters, 
wieners, kartoffel, salat, baked beans, kaffee- 
kuchen and coffee. 

Those in charge of the booths are: Misses 
Ludwig, Pfaff, Wiedemeyer, Gilcher, Hoff¬ 
man, Steinbach, Balz, Biedelman, Becker, 
Luft, Woellner, Weis Weller, Miller, Weber, 
Fullman, Roth, Stelzer, Steiert, T. Pfaff, 
Louise Balz, Louise Gilcher, Subert, Leidin- 
ger, Wedemeyer, Minnie Volk, Emma Volk, 
Brand, Koch, Wirthwein, Richter and Mrs. 
Young. 

A DAY IN CONGRESS. 

Plon. Joseph H. Outhwaite, in an informal 
talk to a very appreciative audience at St. 
Philip’s chapel Tuesday evening, gave a 
graphic description of “A Day in Congress.” 
He discussed the manner in which the num¬ 
ber of members of each house of congress is 
determined, the organization of the house and 
its subdivisions and the rules and customs 
which govern the action of the body, con¬ 
veying a clear idea of the customs that are 
not specified in the printed rules. 

Mr. Outhwaite also described the manner 
in which a bill is introduced and the various 
steps taken until it becomes a law, showing 
what may be termed the machinery of con¬ 
gress. He then related numerous incidents, 
amusing and otherwise, that occurred while 
he was a member of congress, giving accounts 
mentioning characteristics of prominent mem¬ 
bers and of filibustering tactics. In this con¬ 
nection he outlined the methods of Former 
Speaker Reed in securing the passage of his 
system and touched upon the beneficial effect 
such a system has upon legislation it pre¬ 
vents uselless talk and delay. 

FOREFATHERS' DAY. 

The Central Ohio Congregational Club held 
a meeting in the parlors of the First Congre¬ 
gational church, Friday evening, and observed 
Forefathers’ Day, the anniversary of the land¬ 
ing of the Pilgrim Fathers at Plymouth Rock. 

A dainty repast was served at six o’clock. 
About one hundred people were present in¬ 
cluding leaders in the church and those of 
other denominations. 


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The president of the club, Dr. Gladden 
acted as toastmaster and Prof. Geo. W. 
Knight of the O. S. U., introduced Dr. Boyn¬ 
ton of Detroit, who spoke on “The Modern 
Puritan,” characterizing the Puritans as men 
who were religious, educated and thrifty, and 
therefore good citizens. He referred to the 
importance of cultivating these attributes in 
all phases of modern life especially in com¬ 
mercial affairs. 

Brief addresses were also made by the 
Rev. Dr. Hewitt, rector of St. Paul’s church, 
Rev. S. S. Palmer, pastor of Broad Street 
Presbyterian church and Rev. E. G. Lewis, 
of Town Street Methodist church, in which 
the spirit of church unity was discussed. 

Dr. Gladden followed with a short ad¬ 
dress in which he spoke of the death of 
Dwight L. Moody with whom he enjoyed 
a close personal acquaintance. In the opinion 
of Dr. Gladden, Mr. Moody, to whom he re¬ 
ferred as a “Modern Puritan”, had few equals 
in the directness and intensity with which he 
spoke to the people and the interest which he 
manifested in their spiritual welfare. 

This meeting was the first the club had 
held in four years and the election of officers 
at the close of it was practically a reorganiza¬ 
tion. 

The following officers were elected: Hon. 
E. O. Randall, president; E. T. Ward, treas¬ 
urer; C. E. France, secretary. 

SHAKESPEARE’S TRAGEDIES INTER¬ 
ESTINGLY AND INSTRUCTIVELY 
ANALYZED. 

Professor Richard G. Moulton, A. M., Ph. 
D., of the University of Chicago, was greeted 
by a large and appreciative audience at First 
Congregational church, where he delivered a 
lecture Wednesday evening on Shakespeare’s 
tragedy, “Richard III.” 

Professor Moulton treated the play as a 
•study in nemesis which he interpreted as ar¬ 
tistic retribution. Richard was depicted as 
an artist of evil, or as a fitting representative 
<of “ideal villiany,” whose pilots were attended 
with success at every turn, surrounding him 
with an air of invincibility which tended to 
increase his sucess. This was especially no¬ 
ticeable in the wooing of Anne, where the 
force of Richard’s presence, whether desig¬ 
nated as magnetism, hypnotism or fascination, 
was much like that the snake exerts over the 
bird, and so great was the power /that it 
caused the very strength of her curses to 


react upon her own heart, leaving weakness 
that aided in his .purpose. 

Professor Moulton emphasized the neces¬ 
sity of plot, saying it is as essential to a plaz¬ 
as perspective is to a picture. He followed 
the chain of crime and retribution in the un¬ 
der and broader plots up to the nemesis upon 
Richard himself, which he described as ideal 
in its delay and sudden recognition, its tanta¬ 
lizing stages of mingled hope and despair. Its 
climax in the night scene revealed the prin¬ 
ciple of the whole story, the confidence that 
Will as Spirit is free, and therefore invin¬ 
cible. 

W. C. MILLER. 

Mrs. W. H. Nash, wife of General Nash, 
retired officer of the U. S. A., and Lewis New- 
some of this city were apprised of the death 
of their uncle, William Clendinen Miller, of 
Gallipolis, Wednesday. 

Mr. Miller was one of the oldest, wealthi¬ 
est and best known citizens of Gallipolis and 
was a direct descendant of Major Clendinen 
of revolutionary fame. About 18 years ago, 
Mr. Miller, who was for the greater part of 
his life one of the prominent merchants of 
southern Ohio, retired from business after a 
most successful career. His wife was the 
youngest daughter of General Louis New- 
some, who died several years ago, and both 
had friends and relatives so widely scattered 
over the country that in all probability many 
of them will receive their first intelligence of 
his death through The State Journal. 

Mr. Miller leaves five children, Henry L. 
Miller of Cincinnati, Mrs. Downing, wife of 
Major J. B. Downing of Middleport; Mrs. S. 
A. Dunbar, wife of Captain Dunbar of Galli¬ 
polis; Mrs. Frank Fitch of New York City 
and William C. Miller, jr., of Philadelphia. 

Mrs. Nash left this morning to be present 
at the funeral, which takes place to-day. 

NEW CHAPEL. 

It was decided at a meeting of West Side 
residents, at the chapel on McDowell street, 
on Monday evening, to at once begin an ac¬ 
tive canvass to raise funds for the erection 
of a new chapel for St. John’s mission. Rev. 
Mr. Barnes, pastor of West Broad Street 
church, who was present, headed the subscrip¬ 
tion list with a contribution of $10. 

Among those present were: Rev. J. W. At¬ 
wood, rector of Trinity church, and Hon. J. 
H. Outhwaite. Mr. Atwood spoke of the ad¬ 
vantages and the good that would result from 


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the erecttion of a fine structure, while Mr. 
Outhwaite spoke of the interest of the mem¬ 
bers of Trinity church in the work. 

Rev. Mr. Barnes was then called upon to 
make an address and spoke briefly. In clos¬ 
ing he asked to be permitted to aid the 
mission to the extent of $10. Mr. Grant, 
secretary of the Young People’s Guild; Al¬ 
fred Frohock and several others also made 
remarks. 

LYCEUM CLUB. 

At a meeting of the Columbus School of 
Oratory and Music Lyceum club on Monday 
evening there was a large attendance and a 
very interesting program was rendered A 
feature was a number of selections by the Co¬ 
lumbus quartet. 

“An Hour with Whittier” was the subject 
of a reading by Miss Snider, and Miss Mc¬ 
Carthy gave a piano solo, “Rhapsody,” by 
Liczt. 

An interesting debate on the question, “Re¬ 
solved, That all foreign countries should 
have the government of the United States,” 
was held, the affirmative being conducted by 
Miss Fanny Woodward, and the negative by 
W. S. Fisher. The judges decided in favor 
of the negative. 

Miss Jones gave an interesting talk on 
“Flowers”; Mrs. Anderson discussed “Win¬ 
dows”; Neil Fravel, “My Favorite Profes¬ 
sion,” and Mr. Fisher, ‘Preaching.” 

EPWORTH LEAGUE. 

At a meeting of the Wesley Chapel Epworth 
League on Monday evening, reports from all 
the departments were made, showing an in¬ 
crease of interest in the work. Miss Clara 
Gray resigned as third vice-president and 
Miss Mary Cole was elected to succeed her. 
Ten new members were received. James 
Fanning will represent - the Epworth League 
in the Anti-cigarette leagus. 

After the transaction of business an inter¬ 
esting program was rendered, as follows: 

Piano duet, Miss Ella Stevenson and Miss 
May Hutchons; recitation, “A Mother's 
Prayer,” Clayborn S. Close; paper on 
“Thanksgiving,” W. F. McDowell; vocal 
solo, Miss Elizabeth Chinkenbeard; reading, 
“The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers,” Miss 
Bessie Hammond; recitation, Miss Harriet 
Eastman. 

THE GOVERNOR. 

Governor and Mrs. Busline] 1 were guests of 
honor at an informal and delightful little 6 


o’clock dinner given Monday evening by Pres¬ 
ident Thompson of O. S. U. and Mrs. Thomp¬ 
son. 

Pink and yellow roses formed the floral 
decorations throughout the house and this 
color effect was carried out in the table 
adornment. 

Those present among the governor and his 
wife were: General and Mrs. Axline, Mr. and 
Mrs. O. T. Corson, Superintendent Shawar. 
of the public schools, and Mrs. Shawan, Mr. 
L. P. Wing of Newark and daughter, Mrs. 
Shields of Columbus. 

A DISTINGUISHED VISITOR. 

The Reverend John Paton, Missionary of 
Aniwa and foreign mission agent commis¬ 
sioned to represent the Presbyterian Church 
of Victoria, Australia at the General Council 
of the Alliance of Reformed Churches held 
in Washington gave a lecture at the First 
Presbyterian Church to a most appreciative 
audience, Tuesday evening. 

The first part of the lecture was devoted to' 
a description of work among the cannibals 
of the New Flebrides, the dangers encountered 
in it, the importance of acquiring languages 
and the results of missionary work among 
them. 

In speaking of the missionaries in the New 
Hebrides, Dr. Paton said: 

“Six of us are the only white men in our 
respective islands, and we see each other 
once yearly at the mission synod.” 

In referring to success of the work he 
said: 

“Since I entered this work forty years ago, 
the mission has extended to twenty-three is¬ 
lands, the Bible in part or in whole has been 
translated and is how printed in twenty-two 
languages and we have about eighteen thou¬ 
sand professed Christians who are zealous 
in extending the work. 

A petition prepared in Dayton was read and 
the audience congregation unanimously re¬ 
solved that the pastors of the city be author¬ 
ized to prepare a similar petition, the purport 
of which is to ask President McKinley and 
Congress to place all American traders on 
the New Hebrides under the same prohibition 
Britian has for many years placed hers, for¬ 
bidding them, in the interests of humanity, to 
give the natives any destructive agencies such 
as are now causing great loss of life, and de¬ 
moralization among the natives. These agen¬ 
cies comprise intoxicating drinks, ammuni¬ 
tion and firearms, opium and dynamite. 


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Dr. Paton then contrasted the devout habits 
of the natives who have been christianized 
with those of many living in enlightenment 
who are professed followers of Christ, yet do 
not do as these one time heathen people, be¬ 
gin the day with prayer. He then referred 
in a touching manner to the affection and de¬ 
votion of the civilized natives for the mis¬ 
sionaries and mentioned that at one time he 
had thought America was not doing as much 
as might be done in advancing missionary 
work, because of such great advantages that 
called for much, but he was now glad that the 
benevolence of this country was being demon¬ 
strated. 

Dr. Paton is a writer of power and is the 
author of several books, the best known of 
these being his autobiography, which is so 
interesting that all who have read it, were 
anxious to hear the distinguished lecturer. 
So great was this desire that a gentleman in 
talking with Rev. Dr. Watts said: “He had 
remained in Columbus two days longer than 
he had intended, in order to hear the lecturer.” 

In his personal appearance Dr. Paton is 
said to bear a striking resemblance to Dr. 
Plumer, who was so well known throughout 
the country some twenty years ago. In talk¬ 
ing with Dr. Paton, the Journal representa¬ 
tive was given a better conception of the char¬ 
acter of the distinguished divine than was 
conceived from the lecture. His long flowing 
white beard gave him a most patriarchal ap¬ 
pearance and his deep spiritual eyes seemed to 
hold in their depths remembrance of many 
lives apart from that which he had lived in 
the Hebrides, the lives that are lived by the 
“idealist” for whom no hunger, no thirst, no 
heat, no cold, no labor, no danger, no priva¬ 
tion, no defeat is too great to be endured in 
pursuit of the soul’s desire. 

BISHOP WATTERSON. 

Have you ever read “In His Steps” or 
“What Jesus Would Do?” by Sheldon?” No. 
Well it is a suggestive and instructive book 
particularly in these days when the great 
fundamental principles of Christian conduct 
are passing out of the minds and lives of 
people. The question is asked, “How would 
our Lord conduct a daily paper?” I do not 
think He would conduct one at all, (this with 
an inimitable inflation of voice that conveyed 
much that the words cannot express). But, 
He would do what He has done already. He 
would lay down the principles according to 


which that kind of work as well as every 
other should be done. 

He might also show how these principles 
are to be especially applied to the moral 
problems about which he might be consulted, 
and I am sure his answers would differ in 
nowise from those which have been given by 
his church in all ages and in all countries since 
the origin of Christianity whenever she has 
been consulted about practical questions. In¬ 
deed, she has always treated of these ques¬ 
tions whether consulted or not, and there is 
not a problem of practical conduct in modern 
or in ancient times that she has not solved and 
settled definitely on those same grounds — 
old principles which our Lord himself once 
taught and Avhicli she has held and taught 
and developed and applied to the various 
employments and circumstances of life ever 
since the day of the Apostles. This is the 
province of moral theology.” 

I read Sheldon’s book with great interest, 
and if those who discuss the important ques¬ 
tions that are covered by it will keep them¬ 
selves within the golden mean of Christian 
moderation, which is Christian virtue, a great 
deal more good would be done.” 

From notes of Talks with Bishop Watter- 
son. 

HOCKING VALLEY TEACHERS IN 
COLUMBUS. 

Some of the teachers from Nelsonville, Lo¬ 
gan and Buchtel who visited the Columbus 
schools compared notes on the work which' 
had most favorably impressed them. 

“I noticed particularly that among all the 
teachers was evidence of careful preparation. 
Kindly freedom existed between teachers and 
pupils. There was not manifest a tension re¬ 
quiring good conditions from recitations, but 
pupils attended because they were interested.’^ 

Said Superintendent Martzolff, of the Buch¬ 
tel schools: 

“One of the conspicuous features of the 
recitations in reading was the careful develop¬ 
ment of thought and the frequent reference 
to standard literary characters and their writ¬ 
ings.” 

“I liked the manner of teaching philosophy 
and received many new ideas in regard to 
close distinction in presenting subjects,” was 
the tribute given by Miss Vernon Kontner, 
principal of the Nelsonville high school. 

Other opinions from Nelsonville teachers 
were: 


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“The method of instruction in history in 
the schools where the children conducted the 
discussion of current events awakened my in¬ 
terest more than anything else,” remarked 
Miss Laura Morehead. 

Miss Ella Sheppard, assistant principal of 
the High school, said with emphasis, “I was 
impressed with the whole thing from the 
beginning to the close of the day. I have 
received so many new ideas that it will take 
me some time to decide which is most promi¬ 
nent.” 

“I think the carrying out of Miss Suther¬ 
land's idea in regard to the study of grammar 
was exemplified in a most excellent manner 
in the rooms that I visited,” said Miss Ida 
Juniper. 

“The physical culture exercises were so 
fine that they gave me inspiration in regard 
to that work which I have not heretofore had 
in regard to the beauty and benefit of that 
work,’ was the enthusiastic remark made 
by Miss Ella Patton. 

Miss Mayme Washburn stated that the me¬ 
thod of questioning in physical geography 
was to her an innovation and she hoped to 
impart to her pupils some of the benefits 
derived from the visit. 

“The teaching of numbers in the primary 
schools occurred to me as being especially 
good,” said Miss Rose DeVore. 

“The development of the story in the read¬ 
ing recitations was of more interest to me 
than any other phase of the work,” said Miss 
Emma Clifford. 

“I was surprised and pleased in the splen¬ 
did results in the teaching of music in the 
Columbus schools,” said Miss Anna Vore. 

“The kindness of the teachers impressed me 
most,” said Miss Jessie Bayliss. “There 
seemed to be much good feeling between 
them and their pupils.” 

“I think the interest manifested by the 
pupils must be due to the teachers who 
seem to be on the alert to bring out original 
thought in every lesson,” was Miss Gertrude 
Sheppard’s comment. 

“The elimination of unimportant details in 
the grammar recitations interested me more 
than any other part of the work,” said Miss 
Clara Pedigo. 

Miss Lulu Lane’s statement in regard to 
the work was: “The development of thought 
and the expression of it in the pupil’s own 
language in all the recitations occurred to 
me as above any special phase of the work,” 
said Miss Margaret Cummins. “I received 


many new thoughts in connection with the: 
instruction in writing.” 

Miss Dora Patton remarked: “I have been 
thinking what a great advantage it is to a 
teacher to have a pretty face. In one room 
that I visited the teacher was so lovely that 
her pupils would certainly feel beautiful 
thoughts growing every moment that their 
eyes rested upon her. She impressed me more 
than any work that I saw.” 

Those in the party are: 

Misses Vernon Kontner, Ella Sheppard, 
Mayme Washburne, Laura Morehead, Ida 
Juniper, Clara Pedigo, Ella Patton, Dora: 
Patton, Gertrude Sheppard, Lizzie Lowden, 
Anna Scott, Jennie Scott, Frank Scott, Nellie 
Musser, Rosa De Vere, Jessie Bayliss, Anna 
Vore, Margaret Cummins, Sylvia Cooley,. 
Belle Dew, Lulu Tedrow, Emma Clifford, 
Lulu Lane, Lizzie Stevens, Anna Layden, 
Kate Layden, Bertha Nixen, May Scott, K. A.. 
Rowlby, Nan McBride, Emma Westenhaver, 
Alma McCarthy, Gertrude Tracy, Emma 
Downey, Stella Strentz, Emma Floyd, Esther 
Finney, Emma Kellar, Mary McCray, Myra 
Brown, Ida Fishell, Jennie McManigal. 

FINGER TIPS 

Discussed at the Cheirological Club Meeting. 

The Cheirological club held an unusually in¬ 
teresting meeting on Monday evening with 
most of the members present. Mrs. M. Too- 
mey and Mr. Charles Orr read papers on the 
subject, “Finger Tips—Their Characteristics 
as Applied to the Palm and Different Types.” 

Mrs. Toomey referred to the first lecture, 
where the connection between the brain and 
all parts of the body was considered, and 
spoke of the division of finger tips, meaning 
of different formations and mount types. 

Mr. Orr gave an able and comprehensive 
explanation of this particular phase of palm¬ 
istry, which was followed by an interesting 
discussion of the points considered. 

At the next meeting of the club the subject 
for the evening will be, ‘‘Knotty Fingers and 
Smooth Fingers.” 

CHEIROLOGISTS 

Discuss Knotty and Smooth Fingers — 
New Quarters. 

The Cheirological club meeting Monday 
night was of more than ordinary interest. 
The papers read by Miss Jenkins and Miss 
Westervelt treated the subject. “Knotty and 
Smooth Fingers,” in an instructive and enter- 


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taining manner, and were followed by an in¬ 
formal talk by the president of the club, W. 
O. Benham. 

Among the numerous questions asked, one 
that seemed particularly interesting to the 
members was, “\\ hv are knots so well devel¬ 
oped on the fingers of the insane?” 

In answering this question Mr. Benham 
said that the knots indicated analytical quali¬ 
ties, their abnormal development shows con¬ 
tinual strife and working of the mind; in 
fact, analysis is so continuous that the mind 
wears out. 

The matter of changing the club rooms was 
discussed, hut no definite decision was reached. 
Misses Westervelt and McLaughlin and Mr. 
Pembroke were appointed a committee to as¬ 
certain if a change of location would he de¬ 
sirable. 

REFORM OF PRISONERS 

Discussed by Mrs. Maud Ballington Booth at 
Board of Trade Auditorium. 

At the Board of Trade, Friday evening, Mrs. 
Maud Ballington Booth held the close atten¬ 
tion of a large audience for nearly two hours. 
She spoke of state prisoners, to whose reform 
she has devoted her life. 

She began by impressing upon her hearers 
the importance of looking upon the errors of 
others not from the human standpoint, but 
with some touch of the divine love that can 
inspire the hopeless with hope and help the 
weak to stand. She declared that she was 
not a- sentimentalist, seeking to secure the 
freedom of those who had violated the law, 
for she believed that wrong-doers should suf¬ 
fer, and that imprisonment was sometimes 
best, but she also believed that the moment 
an individual had expiated crime, that mo¬ 
ment he should be free from the opprobrium 
that attaches to crime and have extended to 
him the aid of the more fortunate. Neglect 
to do this, she said, would place upon the 
world the responsibility of their downfall 
should despair drive them to farther crime. 

Mrs. Booth thought that the term ex-con¬ 
vict should be abolished and suggested that 
“graduate” would be kinder wh’en applied to 
those who had come from behind iron bars, 
as they were graduates from the hardest 
school. 

A resume of her work among prisoners 
was then given, followed by a graphic de¬ 
scription of the home founded in New York 
for men who had completed their terms of 
imprisonement. Mrs. Booth concluded with 


an earnest appeal for the religion that is not 
shown in words but in deeds. 

MRS. MAUD BALLINGTON BOOTH. 

The chapel services at the State prison Sun¬ 
day morning were unusually impressive. The 
opening prayer and a special hymn composed 
by Chaplain C. L. Winget met with great ap¬ 
preciation. Another prayer, a response, by 
the choir, a vocal solo by Miss Lilian Winget 
that was vigorously applauded and the old, 
but loved hymn, Rescue the Perishing, con¬ 
cluded the opening exercises. At the close 
of these Warden Coffin stepped forward and 
said: 

“I take pleasure in introducing to you to¬ 
day one of the most eloquent and eminent 
speakers in the country, a woman of national 
reputation, who is known as the prisoner s 
friend, Mrs. Maud Ballington Booth. 

Enthusiastic applause greeted Mrs. Booth t 
whose face reflected the earnestness of her 
purpose. 

In the beginning of her talk, Mrs. Booth 
reminded the vast assembly of prisoners that 
she was not there as a stranger, but as one 
who had dedicated her life to the service of 
one who belonged to them and had -come to 
them with a message of practical human 
sympathy and aid. 

Mrs. Booth declared that “once a convict 
ahvays a convict,” was not true, and that one 
who believed that this was so, practically 
hindered the work of God whom she believed 
as willing and as able to save a thief as a 
hypocrite. 

Mrs. Booth referred to the great diffcul- 
ties that confront those who go out from 
prison walls to take up the battle of life again 
and said the key to the situation was in the 
hands of the prisoners themselves w r ho could 
solve the problem as no one else could by 
beginning to live new’ lives before they left 
the prison by gaining self mastery before be¬ 
ing confronted with that which would try 
their strength, for it was easier to reform 
in prison than when tempted by outside, and 
t ’re cold unfriendliness of the world, for said 
' e “The world is more merciful than the 
1 w. 

Mrs. Booth then described the home founded 
for the benefit of released frisoners and men¬ 
tioned that in this home she had tried to 
think what would be pleasing for her boy 
if she were expecting him home from prison, 
and determined that the home should be in 
accord with the idea suggested by the thought. 


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Mrs. Booth’s voice is never heard to such 
good advantage as when speaking to those 
whom she always addresses as “my boys,” and 
the attractiveness of her face is enhanced by 
the emotion of such an hour. 

THE LUTHERAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL 
ASSOCIATION. 

The closing session of the Hocking Valley 
and Scioto Valley Lutheran Sunday-school 
association at St. Mark’s Lutheran church, 
Thursday, was very interesting and one of the 
best attended in the history of the association. 
There were abolt 70 delegates present. 

Several features of the program were ex¬ 
ceptionally fine. Among these was an ad¬ 
dress on the subject “The Greatest Problem,” 
by Rev. C. D. Besch of Franklin. Ohio, Mr. 
Besch considers child training the greatest 
problem of the day, and his views on this 
important work, while not differing greatly 
from those that have been advance, were 
marked by an earnestness of delivery that 
added much strength to his statements. 

“Discipline in the Sunday School” was the 
subject of another paper that received much 
favorable comment. It was read by Miss El- 
fried McKinley. The interesting discussion 
that followed the reading was opened by Dr. 
L. H. Schuh of this city. 

Other papers read and discussed Thursday 
were: “Teaching Temperance Lessons to Ju¬ 
veniles,” by James Steward of Marcy; “Re¬ 
sponsibility of the Sunday School Teacher to 
Pupils,” by Miss Florence Huber of Circle- 
ville; “Superintendent’s Hour,” by John 
Binckley of Columbus, and “Publication 
Board’s Aim and Authority for Discontinu¬ 
ing the International Lessons,” by Rev. S. P. 
Long, of Columbus. The discussion of these 
papers was opened by J. P. Weisman of Co¬ 
lumbus, Mrs. George W. Runkle of St. Paul, 
Ohio, and Professor A. Pflueger of Columbus. 

Officers elected for the ensuing year were: 
Rev. S. P. Long, president; William Long, 
vice president; Miss Elfried McKinley, sec¬ 
retary; and Miss Clara Trauger, treasurer. 

The selection of a place of meeting for the 
convention next year was left to the officers. 

A vote of thanks was extended to the offi¬ 
cers of the past year for their services; to 
Rev. W. L. Spielman for his faithful and effi¬ 
cient work; also to members of the church 
for hospitality shown the visitors. 


THE CHILDREN OF PIONEERS. 

A Reunion of Old Families Held at Moore’s 

Corner—Officers Elected—Committees. 

The Simmons-Miner-Sheppard families held 
their second annual reunion at the home cf 
George Sheppard at Moore's Corners, near 
Maple Heights, Wednesday. About 150 mem¬ 
bers of the families and their friends were 
present. 

After an elaborate luncheon, the assemblage 
was called to order and Rev. Mr. Harris in¬ 
voked divine blessing. The president, E. 
Mettles, gave a very interesting account of 
the early members of the family, who emi¬ 
grated from Virginia to this county before 
the establishment of the capital, at a time 
when there were only a few log huts on the 
present site of Columbus. Among these pio¬ 
neers were John, Thomas, Hansen, Jennie,. 
Mary and William Simmons. 

The constitution was read and adopted, after 
which Rev. Mr. Harris made an appropriate 
address. This was followed by singing and 
recitations. 

The obituary committee reported two deaths 
during the year, John Milton Simmons and a 
child of John Reems. The president deliv¬ 
ered a thoughtful memorial address. The fol¬ 
lowing officers were elected: E. Mettles, presi¬ 
dent ; W. Simmons, vice president; C. P. 
Munk, treasurer; Addie Windsor, secretary. 

The committee of arrangements for the 
year is composed of Alma Orr, Isaac Sim¬ 
mons, Hattie Simmons, Charles Sheppard and 
Elmer Simmons. The committee on enter¬ 
tainment is made up as follows: Eliza Sim¬ 
mons, Laura Rusk, E. Walcutt and Otto Mil¬ 
ler. 

MEETING OF THEOSOPHISTS. 

The meetings of the Theosophical society 
have been steadily increasing in interest dur¬ 
ing the winter and are always characterized 
by earnest and animated discussions of the 
subjects brought before the society, but un¬ 
usual attention was given a paper read by 
Mrs. Grace Orr, Sunday night. This paper 
entitled, “A Few Old Truths,” was sent to 
Mrs. Orr last week by the writer, Mr. Cum¬ 
mins, whom she met during her recent visit 
in the South. 

Among other beautiful ideas mentioned 
was the Theosophists’ theory of God. This 
conformed to that expressed by a writer of 


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verse whose name was familiar to readers of 
.the New York papers a decade ago. The po¬ 
etical interpretation of God as revealed to 
one from whom "the passion and fire of the 
mortal being” had passed until the spirit 
seemed to face the whole universe, was: 

God is the glory that sweeps with splendor 

The infinite universe through and through, 
The love that is holy, sweet and tender, 

And all that is noble and brave and true. 

The thought, the speech, the rapt desire, 

The miracle beauty of sea and sod; 

Your longings higher and ever higher 

Are God and we are a part of God. 

Other thoughts brought out through the 
.reading and discussion of the paper was the 
importance of never failing to extend a help¬ 
ing hand to one who faltered in some untried 
way, for only by the advancement of each and 
every one could the greatest good for all be 
.attained. 

THEOSOPHISTS 

Discuss the Hidden Deity and Marriage. 

"The Hidden Deity, Its Symbols and 
^Glyphs,” was the subject of a section of 
“The Secret Doctrine,” read at the meeting 
of the Theosophical society Sunday night. It 
embraced such topics as “The Logos or Cre¬ 
ative Deity,” "The Gnosis or Marcus,” 'The 
Great Mind,” “Symbols of the Creative Pow¬ 
ers,” “International Correlation of Gods,” and 
“Ancient Symbology.” 

After the reading, “Hindoo Allegories” were 
-discussed, also the Trinity and other points 
of Christian theology, closing with some quo¬ 
tations from “Paradise Lost.” 

The discussion was followed by a talk by 
Frank Bearman with “Marriage,” as his 
theme. His remarks were decidedly unique 
and received the closest attention, especially 
after he made the confession that he had been 
studying the subject very closely of late. 
This, in connection with the fact that his 
talk was entirely unexpected, furnished the 
other members great amusement. 

At the meeting next Sunday night a very 
interesting paper will be read, followed by an 
address by J. L. Bachman. 

This will be the last meeting of the so¬ 
ciety until next September. 

A BABY THAT CAN WHISTLE. 

There’s a baby at 40J West Broad street 
that can neither walk nor talk but can whistle 


“In the Sweet Bye and Bye,” and a bar or 
two of the select and popular airs. His name 
is Frankie Timmans, and he is fourteen 
months old. 

A reporter for the State Journal called upon 
the young man last night. After climbing up 
the darkest stairway ever known, she ran 
straight against a wall in which a door was 
finally located. Her somewhat emphatic knock 
was answered by a woman, who in reply to 
a question said the number was 40J. 

“I came to see the baby,” said the reporter 
by way of explanation of her visit. 

A man who was sitting in the room turned 
with manifest surprise while the woman ex¬ 
claimed. 

“What baby?” 

“Your baby, of course.” 

“But we haven’t any baby,” the woman 
replied with a mystified look, then added after 
a moment's thought. 

“You must mean Timmans’ baby?” 

“Can it whistle?” 

“To be sure it can, I’ve heard it often.” 

“That's the baby. "Where can I find it?” 

“On the next floor.” 

There was another scramble in the dark 
and a search for a door. This time a man an¬ 
swered the knock and opening the door a 
little way thrust his head forward and asked 
what was wanted. 

“I wish to see your baby.” 

“Oh, will you wait a few moments.” 

“Yes.” 

The door was closed, a toilet was made, 
but at last all difficulties were overcome and 
the door was opened. 

“Yes, indeed our baby can whistle,” said a 
woman. He’s asleep now, bless his life, but 
you just wait a moment and you shall hear 
him for yourself.” 

Thereupon from an inner room was brought 
the dearest little chap blinking his eyes and 
cooing in the most delightful manner, but 
although so good-natured, the little one 
seemed to have a perception of the eternal 
fitness of things that was not in line with the 
idea of the editor who had sent a woman to 
see and hear him whistle after office hours, 
and it was some time before the sweet baby 
mouth was pursed for whistling. Then just 
as all were listening^ for the first sound the 
mouth relaxed, the dimples deepened on the 
chubbby face and the baby laughed aloud. 
Then again the mouth was fixed and re¬ 
laxed while baby coquetted with the desire to 
have him display wonderful accomplishment. 


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but at last clear and distinct a few bars of 
In the Sweet Bye and Bye were rendered in 
his shrill whistle, but the mother said: 

“He wont whistle to-night, but you .come 
out to-morrow and hear him,” and the re¬ 
porter promised she would. 

AT THE BOHEMIAN SMOKER. 

“Some men are fond of quoting Kiplings’ 
lines a woman is only a woman but a good 
cigar is a smoke,” and they might truthfully 
add that a smoker is more than a smoker, 
its a first class place to drink; at least that’s 
the impression given me at the Bohemian 
Smoker last night.” 

This statement was made by a woman to a 
number of newspaper writers the day follow¬ 
ing the “Smoker” given Admiral Dewey by 
the newspaper men of Ohio, and it was in¬ 
stantly met by the terse accusing information 
that she could not possibly have been at 
the smoker as no one could enter the hall 
where it was held without a card of admit¬ 
tance and obviously no cards had been issued 
to women. 

However, after she had related numerous 
incidents that were not included in their re¬ 
ports they agreed that she had been there but 
the question was where, as it was the unani¬ 
mous opinion that not even a mouse could 
have escaped ordinary observation, much less 
the almighty eyes of the press. 

Declining to gratify their curiosity she was 
about to escape further questioning but was 
told that she would be compelled to take the 
oath of silence relative to what took place 
after Admiral Dewey had left, and thus a 
good story was lost. But a while later she 
came perilously near to breaking her promise 
as she said to a friend: 

“I must tell you where I was last night. 
At the Bohemian Smoker. Of course, I 
wasn’t invited, and I didn't intend to be there. 
I only went to have a look at the affair, but 
as I didn’t leave the Camp Fire at the audi¬ 
torium until a few minutes before the Ad¬ 
miral left for the smoker, I had just time to 
ensconce myself in a sort of little private box 
formed by two of the immense fans used in 
decorating the little semi-gallery above the 
hall, when the band struck up America and 
hundreds of newspaper men sprang to their 
feet to greet their distinguished guest, who 
entered, accompanied by Governor Nash, 
Colonel Kilbourne, J. Y. Bassell, George W. 
Dun, Leo Hirsch, J. H. Outhwaite, O. A. 


Miller, E. J. Salt, E. J. Pollock, Geo. Hibbard 
and J. H. Maddy. 

“I was so surprised by the wild welcome 
given the warrior by men who are usually so 
undemonstrative that I listened eagerly while 
a toast was offered and Mr. Bassell turned to 
the Admiral with some words of verse to 
which he responded: 

“In the presence of this august body, or 
you who rule the world, I drink your health 
one and all and may God bless you.’ 

After this it was easier to stay than it was 
to go, so I remained. It was worth while 
seeing the greatest warrior of modern times 
fill one of the long stemmed pipes and enter 
into the festivities with unaffected enjoyment, 
laughing heartily over Governor Nash’s re¬ 
sponse to the toast, “Our Governor,” and 
other humorous speeches also, over »be enter¬ 
tainment given by the vaudeville performers 
from Olentangy theater. 

After the distinguished visitor and party 
had left the fun because so fast and furious, 
that only the fact that the crowd was com¬ 
posed of those who in their wildest moments 
are gentlemen, rendered it safe for a woman 
to be there. But I knew their hilarity would 
not approach buffoonery, so I enjoyed seeing 
them act like a crowd of schoolboys just let 
loose. There was just one thing that marred 
it for me. I couldn't forget some old-fash¬ 
ioned ideas that wouldn't be reconciled to the 
vast array of bottles, ugly black things, that 
seemed to be given much more attention than 
the fragrant Havanas, the long stemmed pipes 
or excellent buffet luncheon. Once, when I 
saw one of the men pouring beverage from 
one of the bottles I leaned so far forward 
that he saw and recognized me and as one of 
the men addressed some inquiry to him based 
in all probability upon the start he had given, 
I drew back with the thought that in an¬ 
other instant many eyes might be turned to¬ 
ward my retreat, but when I ventured to look 
down again the one individual who had seen 
me was looking in another direction, and 
seemed to be calling the attention of his com¬ 
panion to another gentleman. But after a lit¬ 
tle he raised the bottle which he had placed 
on the table, deliberately poured a brim¬ 
ming glass of the liquor and held it aloft as 
tho drinking to me. I suppose it was a 
graceful recognition, but altho I acknowledged 
it by a bow, I immediately decided that I had 
seen enough of the smoker. 


THE SENATE AS SEEN 
THE SURFACE. 


ON 


“Who’s the handsomest senator?” 

This question was asked by a girl who is 
visiting the capital city for the first time, of 
the friend who was showing her the “sights” 
and had included the senate chamber in the 
places of interest. 

“The handsomest senator ?” was the reply. 
“I don’t know who enjoys that distinction.” 

“Been here every day and don’t know 
that ?” 

“I’ve been too busy listening to what they 
said to notice if they were handsome or not, 
but come to think of it there are a number 
of very fine looking men in this body.” 

“Rubbish. There’s always one who is better 
looking than the others. Where is he?” 

As if to dispel doubt, the woman interro¬ 
gated glanced quickly about until every mem¬ 
ber on the Republican side seemed to have 
come within the line of vision, been mentally 
weighed and found wanting. Then her eyes 
wandered over to the Democratic side, where 
a gentleman who was trying to get the chair’s 
attention claimed tier’s. 

“There he is,” she exclaimed in animated 
tones. “That tall gentleman with flashing 
eyes and curling black hair. Reminds me of 
the men of our southland. Let’s see what is 
the term to describe him? ‘Strikingly pic¬ 
turesque and decidedly handsome!’ There is 
the man.” 

Miss Visitor looked at the individual de¬ 
scribed with the air of a connoissour, and just 
as the chair recognized him with — 

“The member from Franklin County,” she 
exclaimed: 

“Why, he can’t compare with our ‘Beauty’.” 

The member from Athens County was 
known as “Beauty Moore,” so it was easy to 
follow- the direction of two pairs of eyes as 
the talk continued : 

“You mean Dave Moore, the banker. He is 
handsome but not strikingly so. He doesn’t 
look as well behind a desk as behind horses. 
Oh, but he can drive. It’s an inspiration to 
see him. I’ve been told his master passion 
is horses in place of politics, but it may be, 
they go together as they do in Kentucky, for 


“Beauty” has introduced an important bill, and 
he takes an active part in the discussions, 
speaking in a way that commands attention. 
But he wouldn't like to have the title of 
'Beauty’ paraded before his colleagues now 
that he’s a senator. Wouldn’t they have a 
rare time quoting: 

“ ‘You may break, you may shatter the vase 
if you will, 

But the scent of the roses will cling round it 
still.’ 

"They might come back at him with: 

“ ‘On that Caucasian head there is no crown 
of hair 

It has gone, it has fled and echo says, 
‘Where’ ?” 

for a number of them need a hair tonic. But 
who's that slight, dark man with the pleasant 
eyes and the deep lines on his forehead; lines 
that surely didn’t come with age, for the re¬ 
mainder of his face is too youthful to warrant 
them.” 

“That’s Senator Chamberlain, who was the 
author of the bill that created such a row in 
the house the other day. He’s one of the 
most genial men here. Always impresses one 
with the thought that he will do his share 
toward helping others to be successful and 
happy. I see he has a new coat. It’s an im¬ 
provement over the one he’s been wearing. 
It was too clerical for even a ‘Guardian Angel.’ 
Yes, he’s the gentleman who won the title 
of ‘Guardian Angel No. 2’ during the munici¬ 
pal code fight.” 

“Who’s that speaking now?” 

“Senator Overturf. He always holds his 
hands behind him in such a peculiar way 
when he is speaking — under his coat tails. 
He also pulls down his vest with a little jerk 
before speaking. But look, there’s Senator 
Patterson. He’s the author of the redistrict¬ 
ing bill. 

“Very gallant, too, I should judge, by the 
manner in which he converses with those 


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■girls. Is he devoted to any of them in par¬ 
ticular ?” 

“Oh, bless you, no. He has that manner 
no matter with whom he is conversing. He 
■couldn’t help being gallant if he'd try. It’s 
"his way: he seems to think it necessary to be 
agreeable even when people are not worth 
•while.” 

“His mustache is peculiar, isn’t it?” 

“Yes; lies too close to his lip, but he has 
a pleasant smile. Ordinarily he makes a good 
appearance, but sometimes he wears a silk 
"hat that makes me echo the wish of the 
House page, who exclaimed the first time he 
saw it. 'How I’d like to hit that hat’ 

“That slight, dark man, with his hair parted 
in the middle, is Senator Archer. Pity he 
parts his hair that way, isn’t it? He’s partial 
to red ties, too, which is another pity, as 
they don't go well with his complexion. How¬ 
ever. when lie's in the chair things go more 
•evenly than that part in his hair. He’s the 
author of the game law.” 

“Bother the laws. I'm more interested in 
the lawmakers.” 

“They’re not as interesting as some of their 
-measures.” 

“There’s an earnest, honest face.” 

“You mean Senator Roudebush. He im¬ 
presses everyone in the same way. Seems to 
have the stamp of sincerity on his face. His 
talk also carries conviction. One feels in¬ 
stinctively that what he says has back of it 
the earnest desire to do that which will result 
In the greatest good. He’s one of the leading 
Democrats.” 

"But he seems to be conferring with the 
members on this side relative to some meas¬ 
ure that is being discussed.” 

“That's nothing. Party differences often 
yield to harmony of action when measures 
are not of great party importance, especially 
when the personal relations are as close as 
they are among many of these members on 
opposite sides of the chamber. Often the 
place seems like a club house, there’s such 
fellowship of feeling manifested. They are 
good friends until party principles are in¬ 
volved, then they become uncompromising 
foes on most issues. However, they some¬ 
times agree on political questions. 

“Personally, there are few if any men in 
the Senate who are liked better than Judge 
Royer by members of both sides of the cham¬ 
ber. and if there are any who do not like 

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him they certainly can not fail to respect him 
because of his fairness and uprightness.” 

“Is he the most interesting man here?” 

“That’s a sweeping question to ask a 
woman. I’m not in the confessional mood 
just now, but I can tell you whom most 
people who keep the trend of affairs here 
think the most interesting. That gentleman 
with the clean shaven face, and strong, firm 
features. There, do you see him! His hair 
is slightly gray on the right temple. That’s 
Senator Harding.” 

“Oh, yes; the coming man?” 

"Nay, nay, the man who has arrived and 
is very likely to remain with the foremost in 
the van. He’s a natural leader, a clear rea- 
soner, a man of executive ability, an admirable 
writer and one of the best speakers in the 
chamber. A man who knows what he has to 
say and says it in a convincing way, but one 
who never seeks the center of the stage. 
When he gets there, which is quite often, it 
is for some other purpose than posing and 
he seems utterly unconscious of the lime¬ 
lights.” 

"We are sitting too far away from the 
members on the Democratic side to get a 
good view of them, but I see Senator Warn¬ 
er’s little skull cap is still there. He talked 
to the prisoners at the state prison a few days 
ago. He seems to be a man of broad sym¬ 
pathies. He was very much interested in the 
repeal of the habitual criminal law, which 
commends itself to all who remember that ‘the 
quality of mercy is not strained’.” 

“Who’s the Democratic member that re¬ 
sembles one of the Supreme Court judges so 
much ?” 

“Judge Herrick. He is one of the able men 
on the minority side. I think Senator Crites 
must be a ‘silent force.’ I’ve never heard 
-him say a word throughout this session. He 
is the antithesis of the senator who has just 
secured the floor on this side. He is posses¬ 
sor of a keen tongue and he knows when to 
use it. His name? Connell. What’s that? 
Looks like a boy? Yes, he does. His face 
is so fair and frank.” 

“What did he mean by calling ‘Division’ 
in that energetic way?” 

“That calls for a standing vote. The ayes 
and nays had been demanded, so they couldn’t 
call the roll.” 

“Notice that tobacco pouch on one of the 
desks. The man who sits there usually 
smokes a pipe. I know this from observation. 


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but as trifles are said to be the indices of 
character, I should like you to describe the 
sort of man you imagine him to be, proceed¬ 
ing from that slight indication.” 

‘‘Oh, a man of Bohemian habits. Apt to 
wear his hair extra long and have a bank 
account that is too ideal for him to ever dis¬ 
turb. A man who wears a turn-down collar 
whether it's in vogue or not, and either a 
scarf with flaring ends or a little string tie 
which he draws into a tight knot. In short 
a man earless in dress, manner and speech.” 

“Oh, but you’re good on deductions. If 
you continue to do so well, you may obtain 
recognition among that class of Columbus 
detectives whose ‘work’ is always recognized 
before it begins. Behold, the man whom 
you’ve described as a bad imitation of a Bo¬ 
hemian. Senator Longworth, the most cor¬ 
rectly dressed man in the Senate, appears in 
new clothes every few days, and they are 


always irreproachable in material and cut, but 
without the slightest suggestion of foppish¬ 
ness. Just glance at that improvement on the 
Ascot, will you? Isn’t it ‘mode’? Senator 
Longworth has been in London so often that 
he’s competent to distinguish the real English 
article, so I say 

‘Let others prove by precedent the faith that 
they profess 

His can’t be wrong that’s symbolized by such 
becoming dress.’ 

As to his speech, it is as correct as his dress. 
He usually has something to say on all im¬ 
portant measures, and says it with the skill 
of a well-trained lawyer. What’s that, a 
motion to adjourn? We’ll have to come 
again.” 

So ended the gabble of the gossips, which 
if discursive was also disinterested. 


TRUE. 

You’ll tread the path that truth commands 
Tho’ stones obstruct the way, 

Tho’ thorns oft pierce your feet and hands 
They will not make you stray. 

With sweet unwisdom you reply 
Where some would swear they did not know, 
You cannot train to tell a lie 

Tho’ for yourself ’twere better so. 

I read you as I would a book 
Where ev’ry page is plain and fair, 

You cannot by a word or look 
Be false, oh heart, so true and rare. 

And so, where’er you chance to be 
I have no doubts of you, 

You cannot prove untrue to me 
For nature made you true. 



A SENSITIVE. 


PENETRATING HIS WEAKNESS. 


She was a woman of delicate physique, with 
the deep eyes that express much or nothing 
as the owner wills and a face which at times 
seemed that of an innocent, wondering child, 
but which could when occasion demanded be 
as inscrutable as that of the trained woman 
of the world whose canon is that any be¬ 
trayal of emotion is unpardonable. 

He had been dabbling in that which though 
increasing in interest as a science is some¬ 
what worn as a fad, namely, hypnotism, and 
having conceived the idea that she was a "sen¬ 
sitive” he had asked if she would consent to 
an experiment. 

Knowing that the expert in this line does 
not ask the consent of the governed, she 
readily agreed to make a test of his power. 

After all the ridiculous passes and verbal 
commands, deemed necessary by the amateur 
operator, he was rejoiced to see a strange 
stillness creeping over her countenance as 
though the features were settling into the 
repose of death, while the eyes, though open, 
seemed not to see material things. 

“Ah, she’s going beautifully,” he muttered, 
“But she ought to shut her eyes. Close your 
eyes!” This to the subject, whose eyelids 
drooped slowly as though compelled to do 
so while the hands and form relaxed into pa¬ 
thetic helplessness. With a smile suggestive 
of that which illumines the face of a mor¬ 
phine fiend who has just had a dose of the 
drug, he regarded her for some time then 
folding his arms he exclaimed: 

“Ah, this is the hour appointed for me to 
recognize my power! Now at last I know 
that I possess the mysterious, internal force 
that shall control the thought of others. Oh, 
I shall be master of the world invisible; for 
see, this woman is mine! Her soul is abso¬ 
lutely under my dominion! Oh, what sweet 
exultation! But I must stifle human feeling 
and be a god; for the soul cannot achieve its 
greatest power if human impulses interfere. 
Now for the great test! Oh. daughter of 
vision, I command thee to go forth into the 
glory spaces of eternity for a brief time whence 
returning thou shalt reveal to me the mys¬ 


teries that have baffled mortals since the world 
began! I send you from the darkness of 
earth elsewhere, hence to roam in other 
spheres.” 

A silence that was full of solemn weird¬ 
ness followed. Then over the face of the 
woman a lustrous light seemed to glow as- 
though the soul perceived such glory it could 
but illumine the countenance. 

Seeing this the operator, forgetful of one 
of the essentials of success — self-control — 
leaned forward eagerly, showering a storm 
of questions upon his subject: 

"Oh, star of my soul, where art thou roam¬ 
ing in worldless peace? Are you in some ra¬ 
diant elysium of sweet illusions and ethereal- 
ecstasies ? Do you hear the angels whisper¬ 
ing? Are you in some celestial sphere? If 
so, tell me of it. Nay, more important than 
description of any place, tell me of myself 
when I go hence. Where shall I be? With 
thee? That is an ideal reply, for what mat¬ 
ters the place if I am with thee? But tell 
me this, beloved, will we be there as we are 
here? Will our outward forms be changed? 
Mine will be different you say? Then how 
will you recognize me? What shall you see 
in place of the man that is ?” 

Then softly, sweetly, like the cooing gurgle 
of a baby’s laugh, sounded her reply: 

“A little yellow dog.” 

With an exclamation that means the anti¬ 
thesis of the place he had tried to send her 
soul, he grasped her and shook her rudely; 
but as she still seemed to be in artificial’ 
sleep, or another world, he commanded her 
to come back to earth. Reluctantly she com¬ 
plied, and now he wonders if she really was 
hypnotized or only shamming. But he glances 
at every little yellow dog as though he saw 
the shadow of what he is to be, and when 
this woman meets him with a smile as non¬ 
committal as though she were watching an 
approaching street car, he glares at her as 
though he'd like to teach her that there is one 
unpardonable sin of woman toward man, and! 
that is penetrating his weakness. 


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THE CHARM 


There was never a thought in that old, old time 
More precious, more blissful, more rare, 

Than comes to me now like an odor divine 
At sight of thy beautiful hair; 

The soft, tangled hair that I often caressed 
With touch that was tender with love, 

Oh, what did it signify how you were dressed, 

Adorned by that crown from above? 

No difference how changed I may seem to be, 

Despite what my deeds may reflect, 

Whatever the faults I remember or see, 

Thy hair has the same old effect; 

Ay, moments there are when the world slips away, 

Forgotten the sad, dark story 

Of how you turned skies that were blue into gray 
Enshrouding with gloom life’s glory. 

They come when I glance at the bright waves of hair 
That once were my pride and pleasure; 

So loosen those coils; be thy old self so fair, 

My queen, my heart’s dearest treasure; 

Ay unfasten the coils of shimmering sheen 
Mine eyes crave that splendor tonight— 

Let it be between us a beautiful screen 
In a misty and holy light. 

The light that shines softly for you and for me, 

As lovely, as pure as of old; 

The light that surrounds us where’er we may be 
When that lustrous hair is unrolled. 

Oh gift of the gods, often kissed by the sun 
My hands are bathed in thy glory. 

Thy spell is the same altho proud lips are dumb; 

We’ll bury that sad, dark story. 

Ohio State Journal, May 25, 1902 


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ELKS CARNIVAL AND DEMOCRATIC CLAMBAKE. 


Said the Carnival to the Clambake 
“Oh, “why do you come on the scene? 
Attempting part of my time to take 

With your wild old fuddled pipe dream? 
The Clambake sleepily raised its head 
And replied with a well bred sneer 
“Oh how many years have you been dead 
That this truth you have failed to hear 
“The stomach guards the gates of man's heart 
And generally rules his mind 
’Tis thus I’m used with most subtle art 
For a Clambake can lure mankind.” 

“The stomach yes, but only your school 
Would imagine something to eat 
Was the loadstone lure, you dry clam fool 
Its time you were standing a treat. 

The Clambake slowly shook its odd head 
As tho tired of its own good part 
Then slowly, solemnly, sadly said: 

“I would with a glad hand and heart 
But my bake was landed by a crew 
As thirsty as any that sail 
Across the waves of cerulean blue 
So I’m barred e’en a lone cocktail. 

But don’t you think I’ll be dry as dust 
For my speeches will fall like rain, 

And lightning storm of the why and must 
Will sound the old long roll again. 

While the Old Guard looking straight ahead 
Will let well enough quite alone — 

When called to face the rarest old spread 
These diggings have ever yet known. 

’Tis said, “they say,” that Democrats drink, 
’Tis a sweeping charge that ihey make 
They might as well say we eat and think 
As we shall at the Great Clambake.” 

“A Clambake sure and each one a Clam 
Who ventures to take a small part 
In the tinsled rags of a played out plan 
Just to find an old mossback's heart: 

Now I stand for all things gay and bright 
I have mortgaged dancing and mirth, 

And I’ll turn day to entrancing night, 

For the finest people on earth; 

I’ll have long lines of carnival floats 
In gorgeous carnival settings. 

They will move like Fancy’s fairy boats 
From the Isle of Vain Regrettings. 

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198 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


For I’ll be all the heavens portray 
With all that the earth can command 
Just wait till I make my grand entree 
With the Old Fourth Regiment Band 
Yes. I shall glow in the dazzling glare 
Of countless illuminations 
I'll make men think of a great World’s Fair 
With my great Congress of Nations. 

Mexican, Moorish and Indian life 
Will all be most fully portrayed 
Flowers will be thrown till the air is rife 
With the glamour that ne’er will fade. 

There side by side with Siberian slaves 
Three dark thin, Mahatmas you’ll see 
They may make some places seem like graves 
But they'll cast no gloom over me 
With aerialists walking upside down 
Areonauts racing through the air 
Girls too pretty to spoil with a frown 
The Carnival kiss — but there — 

I’ll blaze the way and lead the whole town 
To the streets of fascination 
And young and old will go racing down 
To King Carnival’s sensation. 

I've wrestlers, jugglers, gay gunslingers, 

Whirling dancers and acrobats 
French, Egyptian and Russian singers 
What? A concert of old black'cats 
And you think that these are abject slaves 
Who lend themselves to occasion 
Well what think ye of my Indian braves 
From the U. S. reservation? 

Oh. I mean laughter, flowers and singing. 

Mild flirtations 'neath summer skies. 

Young people out confetti flinging, 

Fleeting glances from well loved eyes 
Following swift some fleeting devil 
In deepest black and flaming red 
Flaunting his feather in the revel 
Flouting all Correlli has said. 

Then drongo shrikes with their long spiked tails, 

Fairy legs flashing blue and pink. 

Street music drowning old classic wails 
That all too long have made men think.” 

For the Elks are men who like to smile 
And they like to share good feeling 
Worry they don't consider worth while 
And grief must have no revealing 
They turn on lights with a merry jest 
As they wave their hands to sorrow 
Their canon is give the world your best 
Tho ruin come on the morrow. 

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Yes, Elks are "the people” to the end, 

They’re so broadly, deeply human, 

They’ll stake their all on the word of a friend 
Whose artistic lies shield a woman. 

I stand for these who all pleasures quaff 
Who are never slaves to old time 

And drain the dregs with an easy laugh 
When the world has spilled all their wine. 

So standing for them I must be gay 
As befits their light hearted band. 

July is mine so you’d better stay 
In your habitat in the sand. 

t 

Miss dazzling July had stood close by 
With a smile on her lovely face 

And a well trained coquette’s drooping eye 
That at times read each speaker’s face. 

Each bowed to her; she had learned that words 
Are oft weighed on dangerous ground 

So her voice thrilled out like song of birds 
“I’ve glory enough to go round." 













COL. DONAVIN’S DEN 


“Yes, Colonel Donavin was a prince among 
story tellers and perhaps no one had a bet¬ 
ter opportunity of knowing his ability in this 
line than I. This good fortune was due to 
the- fact that we had quarters in the same 
house one winter.’ 

This remark was made by a woman who 
was one of a group of writers who were dis¬ 
cussing the death and life of the beloved 
veteran in newspaper work. Seeing her hear¬ 
ers were interested, she continued: 

‘'We had rooms with sisters, dressmakers, 
in the old Deshler property on Front Street 
which when it was built was considered so 
fine that people came from miles around to 
see it. Col. Donavin had the best rooms on 
the first floor, front. One used as his office 
or study was separated from his sleeping 

room by a folding door and back of these 

were the sfewing and living rooms of the 
sisters. 

Col. Donavin’s study was filled with books, 
magazines newspapers and the assortment 
of articles that a man of his tastes accumu¬ 
lates. No "help” was permitted to enter 
these rooms and the sisters when sweep¬ 
ing or dusting were careful to leave every¬ 
thing just where it was found even if this 

were the middle of the floor for they de¬ 

sired to do everything possible for the com¬ 
fort and pleasure of the gentle, courteous, 
cultured writer who, altho one of the best 
known and most popular men in the city, led 
the lonely life of the unmarried man who 
has survived most of his early friends. 

To those accustomed to newspaper offices 
the disorder of that study did not seem great, 
but to others the interior of that room meant 
chaos. 

However, an open fireplace in strong con¬ 
trast to the ugly little stoves used in other 
parts of the house was compensation for lack 
of order and Col. Donavin with his usual 
consideration for others told me to use his 
study whenever I wished, a privilege of which 
I availed myself during his frequent ab¬ 
sences from the city. 

One Sunday evening when wind, rain and 
snow vied with each other as to which could 
be most disagreeable, I put my work aside, 


picked up “Beauty,” a little white terrier that 
had been whimpering for notice and exchanged 
my chair for a rug in front of the fire. 
One of the sisters was engaged in some 
culinary occupation in one of the back rooms,, 
visible, but beyond speaking distance and the 
other with fine economy of time but utter dis¬ 
regard for the day was finishing a beautiful 
wedding gown. 

My fireside dreams were broken by stamp¬ 
ing of feet and brushing of clothes and in 
walked Colonel Donavin who was supposed 
to be in Delaware. As I was about to leave 
he said: 

“Please don't go. It isn’t every night an 
old man who hasn’t a family can come to his 
rooms and find such a homelike scene. The 
girls humor me because I’m old and cranky 
and you’ll have to do likewise,”- this with a 
half whimsical, half whistful smile that caused 
me to say it would be a pleasure to stay. 

The “girls” fluttered in to help the Colonel 
divest himself of his great coat, pull his- 
chair a little nearer to the fire, and give little 
touches for his comfort. 

“But what can I do,” I asked, not seeing 
where I could be useful. 

“You take Beauty and sit down on the rug 
again,” said the Colonel. “Some women are 
at their best when they are doing nothing.” 
Then as the “girls” returned to their work he 
continued: “What have you been doing to¬ 
day?” 

"Trying to write something entirely differ¬ 
ent from my usual line. I’d like you to 
see it. It’s there on your desk.” 

The Colonel always took his own time for 
everything and in his deliberate way gath¬ 
ered up my copy but did not look at it until 
after he had talked of various other things. 
Then when he did read it he looked at me 
in such a noncommital way that I said: 

“What would you advise me to do with 
it?” 

“I’d advise you to throw it in the fire right 
away,” was the unhesitating response. “Your 
strike twelve sometimes, but this isn’t one 
of the times.” 

A master had spoken! Without a word I 


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placed my precious story in the fire, but qpt 
without evidence of the struggle it cost me. 

“For heaven’s sake don’t cry,” cried the 
Colonel. “Oh, it distresses me to see a woman 
in tears. I was a brute to hurt you so, but 
I thought it would be better than to permit 
you to submit that stuff to an editor. Oh, 
please don’t cry,” then as his expression of 
dismay and contrition caused me to laugh 
he said: 

“No man could cry and laugh at the same 
time. It takes women to do that. They per¬ 
plex me but bless them I'd like to take all 
of them everywhere and throw around them 
the protection that every woman needs. They 
shouldn’t be sewing and writing and slaving 
but every woman should be sheltered as a 
sister or placed upon a pedestal and adored. 

“But,” I interposed, “you haven't come 
within approximate distance of your ideal. 
You haven’t taken even one woman and 
placed her on a pedestal to be adored.” 

“For speech that is saucy commend me to 
you. If I were thirty years younger you 
wouldn't talk so. The truth is I don’t know 
how to take the women of today,” .said the 
Colonel. 

“Not in the old way, Colonel. Women don’t 
like pedestals. That is only now and then,’ 

[ replied. 

“But the trouble is to find out when the 
‘now and then’ is on the boards with the 
women of today, for nine times out of ten 
when they’re placed on pedestals they jump 
off and go racing after strange gods. They 
wish to belong to clubs, speak on platforms 
and vote.” 

“You don’t seem to like the new gods.” 

“No, they are such false gods. Eventually 
they leave you women nothing.” 

“And what do men leave us?” 

At that moment one of the sisters called 
to the other. “Come and let me drape this 
dress on you.” 

“Men leave you dresses,” exclaimed the 
Colonel with twinkling eyes. 

“Quite true, and when all other things fail 
we can take to dresses as men take to drink, 
barring the wedding gown.” 

“And why bar it?” 

“Why bar the shroud. It isn’t desirable.” 

“But there’s no connection.” 

Some women think differently. To them 
wedding gowns are shrouds. They bury so 
much.” 

“I’ve decided that I know no more of women 


than I know of their dresses,” said the Colo¬ 
nel meditatively. 

"You don’t mean to say 'No woman’s dress- 
has brushed across my life.’ ” 

I can see the Colonel now as he caught the- 
quotation. His superb form filling his great 
chair, his white hair thrown back from his 
thoughtful brow, his tender, courageous, true 
face and the wistful smile that could not 
quite conceal the sadness of his eyes as he 
said: 

“Many women’s dresses have brushed across- 
my life but there has been but one woman 
in it.” 

"Pardon me, I did not think of awakening 
sad memories.” 

"They were awakened before you had. 
spoken, for you remind me of the ‘one woman’ 
very much. Not that you resemble her in any 
way but you bring haunting elusive memories 
associated with her. It’s strange that while 
you are unlike her in form and face, ever 
since I entered this room tonight and saw you 
sitting there with that little dog, she has 
seemed to be here. I can almost feel the 
touch of her soft hand across the immeasur¬ 
able time since last I saw her. There, I have 
the solution of that which has baffled me. 
That slight shiver, that shrinking as with 
fear was peculiar to her but it seems also • 
to belong to you. Where did you get it? 
Strange, indeed, how that movement has eluded 
me until this moment when the tender touch 
of her hand, the soft lustre of her hair and 
the little endearments of her face have been 
present with me always. 

"Oh the sadness of the might have been. I 
never mention her name but you will under¬ 
stand what those who are shackled by con¬ 
ventionalities could not comprehend, so turn 
your face to the firelight and I’ll tell you 
of this one woman.” * * * And thus Col¬ 

onel Donavin in a broken voice, unlike his 
usual resolute ringing tones, told me the 
story of a love beautiful in its strength, but 
filled with the tragedy of the unfulfilled and all 
the heartbreaking pathos of a long and lonely 
life that on the surface had been made to • 
seem full and satisfying. 

In the dying firelight with bowed head sat 
the Colonel. 

The mourning, sobbing sound of the night 
wind came like a requiem over the grave of 
his happiness. From that grave the mosses 
and stones of time had been torn. Looking 
into it I knew how inexpressibly sad had been-? 


30 1 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


the life of the genial gentleman who, despite 
one great consuming sorrow had turned such 
.a sunlit, hopeful, helpful face to the world. 

I was alone with the “ALONE” and at 
such times there are no words. 

After that I spent many evenings with 
.the Colonel and oh those fireside talks, en¬ 
riched with reminiscences of great events, dis¬ 
tinguished people and personal experiences; 
for from the time he was city editor on the 
Baltimore American when that paper was try¬ 
ing to reform Baltimore, down to the last 
hours of his life, he was constantly and 
closely in touch with things of national import 
and held confidential relations with many of 
the most prominent political leaders of the 
icountry, such men as Samuel Tilden, Calvin 
Brice, John R. McLean, William McKinley, 

Mark Hanna and others of like prominence. 
. • * 
Despite all the stories of places and of other 

people that he could tell so graphically, there 

were none so interesting as those in which 

the personal entered, for Colonel Donavin’s 

life was replete with all that comes to a man 

of ambition and action and achievement. 

However, one story of more than ordinary 

interest was his account of the trial and exe¬ 



Col. Simpson K. Donavin. 


cution of John Brown, who was a personal 
friend of his. I had heard and read of that 
great historical drama but had never lived 
through it until the scenes and actors were 
placed before me by Colonel Donavin who 
was working for the Baltimore American at 
that time. He reached Harper's Ferry dur¬ 
ing the struggle for the engine house and 
crossed the bridge as the guards were posted 
just after the capture of Brown, narrowly es¬ 
caping death at the hands of a soldier who 
thought he was one of Brown’s party. He 
remained throughout the trial and execution. 
He was the last survivor of the newspaper 
men who were present and his lectures and 
writings of this raid, were the most valuable 
contributions to the history of that period. 

Tell you of Colonel Donavin’s love story? 
That love so differeent from “the passion that 
lulls itself to sleep on the moaning strand of 
life?" Hold up that great, generous, loving 
human heart for inspection? Your pardon, I 
could not if I would tell you of that hour 
when living, breathing, throbbing words made 
me realize that some men live what all men 
say. 




















COLD WELCOME AT THE 
STATE CAPITOL. 


LOCKED DOORS BAR VISITORS. 


"Which way to the dome?” 

This question was asked by an old man 
:in the rotunda of the Capitol Sunday morning. 
He wore corduroy trousers, a shirt of old 
fashioned blue print, a blue handkerchief tied 
:in a sailor knot in place of the regulation 
neckwear, a many times washed linen coat, 
a white linen hat and strong shoes covered 
with clay dust. In all save this he was scru¬ 
pulously clean. 

After giving him the desired information I 
mentioned that he would have to have a guard 
• open the door leading to the dome. 

"Pears to me they keep everything locked 
around here. Now I came more than sixty 
miles to see the flags up in that relic room 
and couldn’t get in it noways. Locked, and 
no one round to open it, what’s it there for 
if people can’t get in it?” 

"It’s never open on Sundays, but through the 
week there are special hours when visitors 
are admitted.” 

"Special hours through the week? I work 
every week day from the first hour of day¬ 
light to the last, so I s’pose I’ll never get to see 
my old regiment’s flags.and I came specially 
to see them.” 

"My home? Down in Hocking Valley. You 
know there are Sunday excursions that give 
people who havent much money a chance to 
come here. But what’s the use of the rail¬ 
roads making it easy to come when every 
thing is shut up so tight one would have to 
have a crowbar to get in. If I can’t see the 
flags I’ll just go back home, but I can’t help 
feeling disappointed for it’s a clear waste of 
the money I saved to come up.” 

There were tears in the veteran’s eyes 
as he walked through the rotunda, leaning 
heavily upon a cane that struck the marble 
floor as tho offering a protest against exist¬ 
ing conditions. 

The old soldier had interested me so I began 
to watch the people surging through the ro¬ 
tunda, people brought here by the Sunday 


excursion and that larger crowd of working 
men and women of Columbus who have no 
time for recreation save on Sunday, all dressed 
in their best, eager eyed and gay. 

Two tall, ungainly young men who turned 
aside from the moving throng attracted espe¬ 
cial attention. They were mountain boys from 
Tennessee and had been out of their habitat 
such a little while they brought vivid remem¬ 
brance of a life spent miles away from a 
railway in a region where mail is received but 
once a week. 

They looked about in childlike wonderment 
evidently at a loss what to do with themselves 
but asked no questions. 

Is there any special part of the building 
you would like to see? I asked. 

“Oh yes,” said the tallest one with quaint 
earnestness. "It seems such a grand thing to 
be a statesman. We’d like to see where they 
make the laws.” 

They were directed to the Senate Chamber 
but that was closed so also was the lower 
house but an employe was near who opened 
the door and told them they might go through 
the hall. 

If those who have authority could have seen 
the wondering awe and childlike pleasure of 
those mountain youths as they looked about 
them, there would be no closed doors there 
on Sunday. 

And there are thousands like them to whom 
a visit to the capitol is the event of their 
lives. 

“Where are all the attendants?” asked a 
man who had been passing through the ro¬ 
tunda as he was halted for information that 
he seemed to have the inclination but not the 
time to give. 

“Outside,” was the laconic response of a 
newsboy. 

“What the deuce are they all doing outside? 
Oh yes, I see, keeping the people off the 
grass. I’ll swear it’s an infernal ioutrage 
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crowds that come here every Sunday. The 
people ought to tramp the grass down. Who 
owns this State House anyway?” 

“The man that owns it isn’t here just now,” 
came from the newsboy. 

“He means the governor,” said a tall young 
woman stamped “schoolma’am,” and the imper¬ 
tinent little gamin winked at me as tho he 
thought it was a good joke that she did not 
understand his allusion to Col. Blankner. 

But the gentleman who had the floor and 
the undivided attention of the crowd wasn’t 
in the mood to appreciate jokes. 

“The people own this place,” he continued. 
“Their money paid for the whole outfit but 
they don’t dare to step on the grass and on 
Sunday if they wish to see what’s in these 
rooms they have to look through the key¬ 
holes. Oh I suppose the attendants have to 
follow instructions but there’s something 
wrong with a system that takes money to buy 
what it is claimed belongs to the people, then 
shuts it up tight on the only day they can 
take time to look up from their work.” 

A boy with a thoughtful face inquired if 
the library was ever opened on Sunday. 

“Library open on Sunday,” roared the old 
gentleman who had forgotten that he was in 
a hurry. “Where have you lived that you 
ask such a question?” The lad not under¬ 
standing the question hastened to explain that 
he lived in a village where there were only 


a few books at local dealers and he had 
always wished he could see a lot of books 
together, he had heard there were a lot in 
the state library. 

“Books, books,” repeated the wrathful old 
gentleman. “Yes, there are plenty of books. 
More than fifty thousand up there, but they 
might as well be in another world as far 
as you are concerned sonny, if you can’t 
get here any day beside Sunday and that 
before between the hours of 8 and 4 o’clock. 
Oh the books are there and they belong to 
the people, but it’s only a few who ever get 
to use them. Yes, I know they can be taken 
out, but what time do those who have to 
work to take them out. Why that library 
should be open every Sunday and there should 
be something there the people would like to 
read in place of depending upon the city li¬ 
brary. Then if made as attractive as possible 
the streets and saloons would have fewer 
patrons and the would-be reformers would, 
have time to get their hair cut.” He didn’t 
know he would be classed with these by many 
so he continued to rave but the doors did 
not open. 

Who shall decide if the people are to see 
the treasure of books and relics in the State 
House? Who shall say if there is need o£ 
reform? 

I only relate. 



Warren G. Harding. 



PEOPLE DEMAND OPEN DOORS 
AT THE CAPITOL. 


The article. "Cold Welcome at State Cap¬ 
itol,” published in last Sunday’s State Journal 
caused some discussion of the question in¬ 
volved. 

“Who shall decide if the people who are 
driven to hard, incessant toil six days in each 
week shall be permitted to see the treasures 
of books and relics in the State House on 
Sunday?” 

These discussions and the general interest 
manifested in the subject were such that a 
number of well-known Columbus citizens of 
various vocations were asked to voice their 
views of it. 

The inquiries were made without discrim¬ 
ination in a political sense, and the replies 
tell the story. 

HON. HARRY DAUGHERTY. 

“Most emphatically do I favor the opening 
of the State House on Sunday. It belongs to 
the people. The majority can’t visit it but one 
day in seven, and it should be open then. 
I’m always in favor of that which is conducive 
to the enjoyment of people when the enjoy¬ 
ment is clearly beneficial, and I’m sure a visit 
to the library and relic room is elevating. 
Visitors should be made welcome when they 
come here, whether on Sunday or other days.” 

HON. D. J. RYAN. 

“Go ahead and have it opened.” 

“I have not the power.” 

“Oh, yes, you have. Tell what the people 
wish and they’ll get it.” 

The way some people construe harmless 
recreation into desecration of the Sabbath is 
ridiculous. Just as if it would be wrong to 
give those who desire it a glimpse of that in 
which they take pride as a common posses¬ 
sion. but which they cannot take time to look 
at through the week. 

“I certainly approve of opening any and 
every part of the capitol building to the public 
not only on Sunday, but on other holidays. 
This would entail very little extra work upon 
the part of the attendants, but even if it 
tended to overwork them the State could em¬ 
ploy more help among those who are anxious 
to obtain employment.” 

“The same attendants that are there through 
the week do not serve on Sunday now.” _ 


HON H. A. AXLINE. 

I don t think it would be worth while 
having the library open. One can see books 
anywhere, but the relics and battleflags should 
in my opinion be placed where they will be 
accessible at any time. 

ROBERT JEFFREY. 

"I most heartily approve of opening the 
relic room and library on Sunday; the library 
not only for inspection, but for instruction and 
recreation. A state institution maintained by 
the people should not have volumes so price¬ 
less that the people cannot use them at any 
time, and those who have to work should not 
be denied access to them on Sunday. 
Although the newspapers furnish much that 
is instructive and pleasant to read, the mind 
hungers for something beside the common¬ 
places of life. Of course, these may be ob¬ 
tained in other libraries, but this is no reason 
why the state library should not be open to 
the public, and especially for visitors to the 
city.” 

DR. J. F. BALDWIN. 

"The question is where shall we draw a 
limit on the Sunday opening if we continue 
to advocate that this and that shall be open. 
However, as the tendency seems to be to 
have everything wide open throughout the 
town. I'll confess that I should like to see 
the relic room opened for the benefit of old 
soldiers who can’t come here through the 
week. Their desire to see the old battleflags 
and war relics is most natural, and it should 
be gratified at once, for they won’t be with 
us long. As to the library, I would not favor 
having it open; in fact, I don't think a state 
library should contain anything that does not 
pertain to the state, just as a law library is 
devoted to law.” 

REV. J. C. JACKSON, Jr. 

“There should be no question about this. 
It’s clearly proper that property which be¬ 
longs to the working people quite as much as 
to others should be open on the one day in 
seven when they can visit it. There are many 
Sunday visitors to the capitol, who, if per¬ 
mitted a little harmless pleasure, such as in¬ 
specting places of interest about the capitol, 


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would go home without having come in con¬ 
tact with much that is deplorable in our city. 
In place of this they turn away from closed 
doors to wander aimlessly about the streets 
or drift into saloons and other places where 
they are led into wrong.” 

HON. HENRY C. TAYLOR. 

“I think the relic room should be open not 
only for the benefit of soldiers, but for young 
people who can’t come here through the week, 
for the historical significance attached to the 
old battleflags and war relics cannot fail to 
impress them in such a way that they will be 
benefitted throughout their lives by seeing 
them. I would not favor having the library 
open, for I do not think anyone would be 
benefited thereby. Visitors who are here only 
for one day would not, in my opinion, take the 
time to read.” 

D. H. BAKER. 

✓ 

“There can be no objection to having some 
parts of the capitol building open in order 
that those who cannot visit through the week 
may not be deprived the privilege of seeing 
that in which they naturally take pride.” 

HOWARD C. PARK. 

“What do I think of opening the relic room 
and library on Sunday ? 

"I am most emphatically opposed to any¬ 
thing of the sort. In my opinion, the dignity 
of the state demands that those doors should 
be closed, for our government recognizes the 
principles of religion and our state should be 
consistent in its attitude. The State House 
should be an object lesson in this matter. 
Its closed doors should teach those who 
clamor for admittance that the state still has 
respect for the Sabbath.” 

GENERAL JOHN BEATTY 

It's a question if there are sufficient people 
who wish to see the relic room to justify its 
being opened. For my part I can’t see why 
people would wish to risk their necks climb¬ 
ing up to the dark place where they are kept. 
I went up there once a long time ago and I 
don’t think it’s worth while. However, if 
people wish to see the relics I can see no 
real objection to their being permitted access 
to the room on Sunday. 

GEORGE HARDY. 

I think the relic room should be open. It 
belongs to the soldiers more especially than 
to others and many of them cannot come here 


through the week, but if the library were- 
open would it not deprive those who would 
be compelled to be there of their day of rest?' 

W. H. FISHER. 

You need not have asked my opinion for 
standing for Sunday excursions, I naturally 
favor having the best places in the city open 
for the pleasure of the visitors. 

J. A. SHAWAN. 

Conditions should be such that an article 
headed “Warm Welcome to Visitors” would 
be true. I don’t see how any harm could re¬ 
sult from having the relic room, library and 
assembly rooms open on Sunday, but I do see 
how many people would consider a visit to- 
these an event and as they belong to the peo¬ 
ple they certainly have a right to lobk at 
that which is theirs whether on Sunday or 
week days. 

W. G. BENHAM. 

This is a more complicated question than 
it would appear to be on the surface. While 
I fully appreciate the need of rest and ac¬ 
knowledge that recreation is necessary, I think 
that we are rapidly becoming a nation of Sab¬ 
bath breakers and that it is time to call a 
halt on Sunday opening. The State House is 
the great workshop of the State and I do not 
think its doors should be thrown open for 
sightseers on Sunday. 

DR. C. S. CARR. 

I consider the closing of any place on Sun¬ 
day where the people would be interested and 
helped by seeing that which is elevating a 
desecration of the Sabbath. 

JUDGE L. D. HAGERTY. 

I believe in keeping everything open, not 
only in the State House, but wherever open 
doors will benefit the people. They must have 
some relaxation, and if they can have it only 
on Sunday, why should they be restricted, so 
iong as they seek that which is harmless? 

JUDGE DeWITT C. BADGER. 

I believe the library should be open all the 
time. I’m a crank on this subject, for I 
dislike to see even a book case closed. 

I haven’t thought much about the relic 
room, but there is a very beautiful sentiment 
connected with the desire to see the battle- 
flags and war relics. I think the desire should 
be granted. 


PUBLIC OPINION - DOORS 
MUST BE OPEN. 


The question of throwing the capitol open 
to Sunday visitors, which has been discussed 
by many prominent citizens through the col¬ 
umns of The State Journal is attracting the 
attention of the entire state. It was a topic 
of general interest at the recent legislative 
clambake at Sandusky, and has been gener¬ 
ously commented upon by a large number of 
the daily newspapers. 

While an occasional protest against the 
opening of the doors of the legislative halls, 
the state library, the relic room, and other 
departments has been recorded, the trend of 
sentiment is strongly in favor of free access 
to every part of the building. 

The State Journal this morning prints the 
views of a number of well-known Columbus 
men, most of whom declare themselves in 
favor of making every room in the capitol 
accessible to the people who maintain them 
every day in the week. 

SENATOR PATTERSON. 

'‘Do you know,’’ said Senator Patterson to 
a State Journal writer, "that was a rattling 
good thing you had in the paper the other 
day.” 

When asked to cite which particular good 
thing he meant in the vast collection of 
delectables served in each issue, he replied: 

“The story citing incidents connected with 
the closed doors at the State House. Pages 
of argument wouldn’t have placed the matter 
before the public as effectively as that short 
story. It was discussed at the table at our 
meeting at Cedar Point and elicited much 
comment in favor of open doors at the cap¬ 
itol building. It belongs to the people and 
those who cannot visit it through the week 
should not be barred from places of interest 
on Sunday. If the will of the majority counts 
for anything the library and relic rooms 
should be accessible at all times, for truly, 
the majority of our people cannot stop work 
in the middle of week days to visit these 
places and it is equally certain they don’t care 
to assist in the maintainance of property they 
never see.” 


1 hese remarks and the interest manifested! 
in the opinions of a score of well-known citi¬ 
zens published in last Sunday’s State Journal,, 
make it seem fitting that these should be sup¬ 
plemented by others; hence the direct question,. 
"Do you favor having the relic room and. 
state library open on Sunday?” was pro¬ 
pounded to a number of other well-known' 
men. 

E. K. STEWART. 

E. K. Stewart was the first to come within 
range of this question and met it with the- 
prompt response: 

"My opinion won’t count, for people would, 
naturally say, ‘Oh, yes; he favors anything 
that will draw a crowd’." 

“Surely they wouldn’t say that of you, Mr. 
Stewart, when you can’t accommodate the- 
crowds that come now." 

"Hold, what was it you wished to know? 
Oh, I remember; you have my opinion for - 
al! it’s worth. I am in favor of having any 
place open where people can enjoy them¬ 
selves, so long as there is no real harm con¬ 
nected with their enjoyment.” 

HON. CLAUDE MEEKER. 

"I am heartily in favor of opening the- 
capitol building not only on Sunday but orr 
Saturday afternoons and other holidays when 
the places of greatest interest are closed to- 
the genera! public. The people have a right 
to see what belongs to them at any time,, 
though the privilege may conflict with some 
people’s ideas of the observance of Sunday.”" 

F. G. HOWALD. 

"I am opposed to opening the State House- 
on Sunday. I don’t believe in Sunday excur¬ 
sions, and I feel sorry for the people who 
patronize them when I see them walking 
about the streets tiring themselves when they 
should be resting. They should stay at home- 
on Sunday and visit the city through the week,, 
when they can get in stores and other places.” 

JOHN JOYCE, JR. 

“I approve of whatever will add to the 
enjoyment, and thus to the betterment of the- 



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people, and I sincerely favor opening the Cap¬ 
itol building on Sunday, for the benefit of 
those whose only recreation can be obtained 
then. As for the talk about Sunday being 
^■devoted to religious services and rest, 'there 
are people who won’t go to church, and what 
is rest for one is not for another, so I always 
think people should be allowed to choose their 
• own form of recreation, whether this is read¬ 
ing or climbing to the top of the dome. 

HON. H. J. BOOTH. 

“In my opinion the first thing would be to 
provide a suitable place for the relics. At 
: present I see no reason why the room where 
they are kept should be open on Sunday or 
.any other day, for it is not a place for exhi¬ 
bition. It is merely a storage room. If large, 
well-lighted, well-ventilated, easily-accessible 
places were provided for the relics and battle- 
flags I should advocate having them open, but 
under present conditions they cannot be seen 
to any advantage and might as well be locked 
-up.” 

J. Y. BASSELL. 

“The relic room and library should be open 
for the people who work all week and wish 
for a little change from the monotony on 
Sunday. Of course the open doors would 
- mean nothing to those who spend seven days 
a week killing time, junketing wherever fancy 
may take them, but there are thousands of 
strong, true men and women to whom open 
doors at the capitol would mean a new world 
— the world of books and objects that awaken 
the loftiest sentiments. Those old battleflags 
inspire a feeling that is not given to other in¬ 
animate objects. They speak and the lessons 
they teach should not be limited to the few 
who can look upon them without suffering 
loss they can ill afford.” 

MAYOR HINKLE. 

“I’ve never been in those places myself, but 
I believe there are thousands who come here 
■'On Sunday for the special purpose of visiting 
the capitol building, and I’ve no doubt they 
.feel disappointed when they find the doors of 


the relic room and library closed, so I think 
these should be open. The people who work 
every day and never have any vacations have 
little pleasure, and anything that will make 
them happier meets with my approval. If I 
had the power to open those doors they should 
not remain closed.” 

COLONEL W. H. KNAUSS. 

"Of c6urse the library and relic room should 
be open on Sunday. More than that, a decent 
place should be provided for the relics and 
battleflags. A place on the first or second 
floor, so old soldiers wouldn’t have to risk 
their lives again trying to see what they value 
because they risked so much for-them. Down 
at New Orleans and in scores of other places 
they attach some value to the battleflags, and 
tbe^e are placed where they can be seen with¬ 
out difficulty.” 

THOMAS E. POWELL. 

“I can see no objection to having the capitol 
building open on Sunday in order that those 
who cannot visit it at any other time may not 
be denied the privilege of seeing the relics and 
using the books. Of course Sunday is a day 
for rest, but people should be permitted to 
spend it as they like so long as their prefer¬ 
ence does not interfere with what is reason¬ 
able and right, and there seems no reason why 
a visit to the State House on Sunday should 
result in harm to anyone. In fact, it would 
seem that open doors would bring about the 
greatest good for the greatest number for un¬ 
doubtedly those who cannot go there through 
the week are the very ones who would value 
the privilege the most.” 

A. E. PITTS. 

“The State House is a place of great in¬ 
terest to the people or they would not go 
there in such numbers. It is noticeable that 
larger crowds visit it on Sunday than through 
the week, especially through the excursion 
season, so I think it should be open for the 
benefit of those whose opportunities for see¬ 
ing it are limited.” 





Claude Meeker. 


Dr. J. F. Baldwin. 


Robert H. Jeffrey. 


William C. Benham. 


Nicholas Longworth. 





















STATESMEN DECLARE THAT 
DOORS SHOULD BE OPEN. 


Interviews with prominent members of the 
general assembly upon the advisability of 
throwing open the state library and the relic 
room to Sunday visitors indicate that a poll 
of the House would probably disclose a unani¬ 
mous sentiment in favor of such an innova¬ 
tion. 

The readiness with which the statesmen re¬ 
sponded to requests for expressions upon the 
subject showed that the series of articles pub¬ 
lished in The State Journal had made them 
thoroughly familiar with its various aspects, 
and that they were prepared to discuss it in 
an intelligent manner. All those to whom the 
subject was presented announced themselves 
as supporters of the movement for open doors 
at the state’s capitol every day of the week, 
and many of them promised active co-opera¬ 
tion in carrying it forward to a successful 
consummation. 

The diversified interests which have thus far 
declared themselves for free access to every 
department of the State House at all times, 
seems to show the prevailing opinion through¬ 
out the state to be that the people who sup¬ 
port the institutions of our government are 
entitled to enjoy what is theirs without re¬ 
striction of any sort. It is not improbable 
some sort of action in consonance with this 
view will be taken at the present extraordinary 
session of the assembly. 

BELONGS TO THE PEOPLE. 

“The State House belongs to the people,” 
said Senator Harding, “and every place of in¬ 
terest in it should be open for inspection on 
Sunday and all other holidays, in order that 
those who cannot come here at other times 
may see objects of historical significance and 
view the vast collection of books in the library. 
There was some legislation connected with the 
relic room last winter, and I understood new 
quarters were to be secured in the old Su¬ 
preme Court room, but as this is in use for 
various purposes at different times, I should 
think some other suitable place would be pro¬ 
vided. When we get through with other 
things that are crowding upon us I shall be 

14 Y. & y. F. 209 


pleased to take up this subject in a practical 
way.” 

COMMENDS STATE JOURNAL. 

“In my opinion,” Judge Royer said, “It 
would be eminently appropriate to have the 
relic room, library and other places in the 
capitol building open for the use and enjoy¬ 
ment of the public on Sunday and other holi¬ 
days for these are the only days when the 
majority of our people can visit them. Some 
may object to Sunday excursions and visits 
to places of interest on the ground that it is 
a violation of the Sabbath, which is intended 
for lest, but I do not see why a visit to the 
State House would interfere with the purpose 
of the day to a greater extent than Sunday 
visits to our friends, and I’m extremely 
pleased to see The State Journal advocating 
this step.” 

A MATTER OF PROGRESS. 

Senator Longworth, one of the framers of 
the Nash code, said: 

“Say what you like for me just so you 
express my approval of this idea, which I 
think is most commendable. It’s decidedly in¬ 
convenient for many citizens of Ohio to come 
here through the week and if they wish to 
inspect the relic room, use the books or see 
any part of the building- in which they have a 
common interest it should be accessible to 
them on Sundays and other holidays. Pro¬ 
gression is the order of the day and Ohio 
should be in the van in this as in other move¬ 
ments tending to bring people in contact with 
that which will be conducive to their enjoy¬ 
ment and general welfare.” 

MAKE THEM KNOW THE STATE. 

“I’m with you,” said Representative Stage. 
“I always believe in helping people by giving 
them greater privileges. There isn’t in my 
opinion, any better way to bring out the best 
that’s in each individual. There are thou¬ 
sands of people throughout the state to whom 
the Sunday excursions that take them away 
from the daily grind are a boon and a visit 



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to the capitol is to many a delightful change. 
It gives them a better idea of the State and 
a Letter opinion of themselves for the reali¬ 
zation that they are a part of the great com¬ 
monwealth is strengthened.” 

ROOM FOR BUT ONE OPINION. 

“What better place could be open to the 
public?” asked Senator Moore. 

“It would seem there could be but one 
opinion of this subject, and that strong ap¬ 
proval of open doors on Sunday and other 
holidays. The educational advantages fur¬ 
nished by the library, the inspection of war 
relics and other historical objects should be 
sufficient reason why the capitol building 
should be open at all times, for these should 
not be confined to the few who have leisure 
to come whenever inclined to do so, but they 
should as far as possible be extended to those 
to whom a visit to these places would mean 
something out of the ordinary, those who 
come on the one day they have for recrea¬ 
tion.” 

SHOULD ALWAYS BE OPEN. 

“The capitol building,” said Representative 
Gear, “should be wide open not only on Sun¬ 
day and other holidays but every evening. 
What’s that? This is discountenanced by 
some on the score that people elsewhere would 
object to such an arrangement as being only 
beneficial to the city? Such objections come 
from those who are not well acquainted with 
the people of Ohio. This is a great big state 
in more ways than one, and the people else¬ 
where admit that the inhabitants of this city 
are also citizens of the state and entitled to 
use the state property whenever they get a 
chance, even though in such proximity they 
will derive more benefit from it than those 
farther away.” 

“What would the church people say if these 
places were thrown wide open on Sunday?” 
queried Senator Chamberlain. 

“It is not the intention to consult them at 
present. Your own opinion is desired.” 

“Oh, I see. Well, I think it would be de¬ 
sirable to have the relic room open and other 
places of interest to the people who come on 
these Sunday excursions, but they, as a rule, 
merely come sight-seeing and don’t care to 
read, so I don’t think the library should be 
open, for I don’t see that they would derive 
either pleasure or profit moving around in it.” 

MR. BEAL FAVORS MOVEMENT. 

Representative Beal of local option fame 


said: “I consider this a very commendable 
idea and shall do anything I can to aid it. I 
do not think that such action would interfere 
in the slightest with any observance of the 
day, and I believe that it would keep many 
visitors to the city out of undesirable places.” 

THE PEOPLE HAVE RIGHTS. 

“I’m heartily in favor of anything of this 
sort,” said Senator Thompson, “for the public 
has a right to see these things at any time. 
It’s deplorable, having those old battle flags 
and the fine collection of books in the library 
locked up on the only day the people could 
take time to look at them. I shall certainly 
do all I can to aid this movement, and I 
sincerely hope it will meet with more success 
than my attempt to have a resolution provid¬ 
ing for seats along the walks approved. What 
became of it? Oh, it had passed the Senate 
all right, but it was killed in the House.” 

FROM PURITANICAL STANDPOINT. 

“I’m Puritanical in my ideas with regard 
to Sunday so far as the religious observances 
of the day are concerned,” said Representative 
Comings, “but I also believe that it is a day 
for people to use in such a manner that they 
will get the most good out of it. This would 
vary according to the activity and condition 
of each individual, so that I encourage any 
form of harmless recreation, and especially 
that which tends towards mental and moral 
growth. Thus I believe in keeping every 
library open on Sunday, on all other holidays 
and every evening for access to good literature 
is one of the greatest blessings that can be 
conferred upon mankind. However, there 
should be appropriations to cover the extra 
expenses entailed if these places are to be 
opened.” 

OBJECT LESSON IN PATRIOTISM. 

“The people who seek a library on Sunday,” 
declared Senator Archer, “certainly have their 
minds fixed upon what will be as conducive 
to their welfare, mentally and morally, as any 
other form of spending the day, so I do not 
think obstructions should be placed in the 
way of those who desire access to the books 
of the state. They belong to all the people 
and should be available whenever desired, but, 
of course, under proper conditions for which 
appropriations should be made. 

"As to the battleflags and relics, there’s a 
sentiment attached to them that appeals to 
all, and as an object lesson in patriotism I do 


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•not think a better one could be placed before 
-the people of Ohio, so I favor having them 
where they will be accessible at all times.” 

ENGENDERS BITTERNESS. 

“I’m so democratic in my ideas,” said Rep¬ 
resentative Meisel, "that I believe in having 
■every place where people can enjoy them¬ 
selves wide open all the time, for if people 
are happy they are sure to be better in every 
relation of life. And as for the State House, 
it’s right that it should be open to the public 
■on Sunday and all other times when it would 
benefit the people who pay the expenses con¬ 
nected with it. When they come here on 
Sunday and run up against closed doors, they 
are naturally very much disappointed, and as 
the\- consider this a natural right, some bitter¬ 
ness of feeling is sure to be engendered against 
that which bars them from a normal priv¬ 
ilege." 

ELEVATING INFLUENCES. 

"It would seem proper to provide the best 
place possible to attract the Sunday visitors 
who come here from every part of the state,” 
Judge Thomas said, "and as they don’t come 
to go to church, but to see something different 
from that which greets their eyes while en¬ 
gaged in toil throughout the week and as 
they will continue to come as long as there 
are Sunday excursions, the State House 
•should be thrown open to those who prefer 
the elevating influences of books and art to 
-the evil influences that are invitingly open 
elsewhere." 

ONLY GOOD CAN RESULT. 

“You may always count me with those who 
favor any movement tending to remove re¬ 
strictions from that which will contribute to 
the enjoyment of those who have the fewest 
pleasures, especially when this is of such a 
nature that only good can result from it,” 
-said Representative Dunlap. “I do not see 
show anyone could object to these places being 


open in order that the working people, I mean 
those engaged in hard physical labor six days 
each week, may be permitted to spend a few 
hours in the contemplation of that in which 
they have a common interest and take as 
much as those with more leisure.” 

FOR ALL THE CITIZENS. 

“I believe this would be of benefit to thou¬ 
sands,” said Representative Willis, "by giving 
them at least a glimpse of the possessions that 
are intended for the education and recreation 
of all, and I certainly favor the enterprise. 
The slight additional expense incident to open 
doors could readily be provided and it would 
not be difficult to secure extra help among 
those who have but little work through the 
week." 

THE HON. JOHN FELIX. 

Representative McXamee expressed his 
opinion in such a flow of language that it was 
only possible to grasp the idea that he fav¬ 
ored having the library open, but wasn’t so 
much interested in it as in the relic room, 
with its priceless collection, and this he de¬ 
clared, should be maintained in a style befit¬ 
ting everything that stood as a silent witness 
of the valor of the men who preserved the 
Union from disintegration. 

DR. HISSEY APPROVES IT. 

Dr. Hissey. the well-known politician said: 

“They should be wide open. There isn’t 
any reason why the doors leading to that 
which is of such general interest should be 
closed on the very days that the people who 
are most eager to enter these places have the 
opportunity. I hope that this innovation will 
be adopted promptly, and that thousands of 
workers who will pass through these cor¬ 
ridors for the first time next Monday may 
find the library and relic room open. It would 
be a good day to inaugurate a change. Later 
provision could be made for the slight expense 
attached to this.” 


A PERILOUS TRIP ON A MOTOR IN 

A COAL MINE. 


Mrs. Marie Estelle Isler, while ‘doing” the 
mines at Jobs, O., with the Scribblers’ club 
last week, accomplished a feat which few men 
and no woman until then had had the temer¬ 
ity to undertake. While in the mine she rode 
a distance of several miles on a motor, an 
iron monster quite different from the motors 
seen upon local streets. 

The danger connected with such a ride is 
not apparent unless the conditions surround¬ 
ing it are understood, but some idea may be 
gained by mentally comparing the ordinary 
motor, driving in the open air, in the sun¬ 
shine, with plenty of space, with plunging 
through a narrow, black tunnel, swerving 
right and left, with the possibility of crashing 
into solid walls should the swerve be a trifle 
too much either way. 

The miners who are inured to danger tried 
to dissuade the daring woman from making 
the attempt, declaring that the probabilities 
were that she would be killed. 

Despite their objections, Mrs. Isler, who is 
pretty and dainty, insisted upon retaining a 
perilous position which she had secured on 
the motor, and as there was nothing else to 
be done, the order, “Let her go,” was given. 


This trip, taken while the driver was mak¬ 
ing a frantic effort to reach daylight before 
the power was turned off, was more hazard¬ 
ous than usual, but at the end of the exciting 
race against time, Mrs. Isler stepped from the 
motor with as little concern as if from a trol¬ 
ley car, and while being scored by the other 
members of the party, who had found a seat 
in the bottom of a coal car behind the motor 
sufficiently thrilling, received from the miners 
admiring comment. 

The courtesy of the Hocking Valley rail¬ 
way was extended the Scribblers by Mr. W. 
H. Fisher on their trip to Jobs and Nelson- 
ville, where they were the guests of one of 
the club members. 

Mrs. Isler is the widow of Arnold Isler, 
well known throughout the country in the 
seventies and early eighties, when he was edi¬ 
tor of the Sandusky Capital, The Bohemian, 
in this city, editorial writer on leading Chi¬ 
cago papers and the Cincinnati Equirer, where 
he had as associates the brilliant and versatile 
writer, Allen O. Myers and Claude Meeker, 
who discarded newspaper work to become 
private secretary to former Governor Camp¬ 
bell. 


FIRST AUTOMOBILISTS IN 
COLUMBUS. 


A new experience — something worth while, 
something with go and dash and thrill — the 
world demands it always and at present the 
automobile, smartly called the motor, is fur¬ 
nishing it. Although these self-propelling 
carriages have been before the public more 
than five years, and there are now not less 
than 150 in Columbus, the enjoyment of rid¬ 
ing in them is still confined to the few, and 
even those to whom this is as a tale that is 
told, feel that they are but slightly acquainted 
with the motor if they have not experienced 
the delight derived from driving one. 

There are quite a number of Columbus men 


who have dispensed with the services of 
chaffeurs and probably half a score of women 
who may be seen whirling over the streets in 
motors plying the brakes and handling the 
sp,eed regulating levers with ease. 

AN EXPERIENCED DRIVER. 

Among the most proficient of these auto- 
mobilists is Mrs. Theodore Lindenberg, who r 
accompanied by her husband, left the city a 
few days ago for a trip to New York in the 
largest of their motors. They are the pos¬ 
sessors of two of these vehicles. The smaller 
one Mrs. Lindenberg drives around the city r 


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■while the larger one is designed for touring 
purposes. 

Prior to Mr. and Mrs. Lindenberg’s depart¬ 
ure a representative of The State Journal 
called at their home on East Broad Street 
to ask Mrs. Lindenberg regarding her im¬ 
pressions of the motor. 

TALKS WITHOUT RESERVE. 

Mrs. Lindenberg is an Eastern woman, im¬ 
bued with the broad concepts of that region 
whose people have back of them centuries of 
culture, and, aside from this, she has seen 
much of the world and is accustomed to its 
demands, so there was not the slightest trace 
of the provincialism that affects surprise re¬ 
garding an interview for a newspaper, in either 
her tone or manner, as she answered my ques¬ 
tion, saying: 

How does it seem to be the controlling 
power in an automobile? It is a sensation 
that has about it all the pleasurable excite¬ 
ment of a swift ride in a trolley car with the 
added sense of satisfaction that comes with 
the power to control this motion to the sec¬ 
ond in speed, and to the inch in direction, so 
that one may turn or stop at will, and com¬ 
bined with this satisfaction is anticipation, for 
one is never quite sure that there may not be 
a stop that is not desired.” 

“Then it has the fascination of the un¬ 
known ?” 


FULL OF DELIGHTS. 

“\es, for the little element of danger makes 
it doubly desirable. In fact, it is difficult to 
express just how one feels when driving a 
motor, for it’s a combination of everything 
that is delightful. One returns from a drive 
vitalized in proportion to the speed. Although 
I'm sincerely opposed to the reckless driving 
that endangers others, I like to feel the puff 
of the vibrations that send me over the road 
at a swift pace, bringing the exhileration that 
is free from the fatigue that follows so many 
forms of pleasure.” 

“You anticipate much pleasure from your 
coming trip, then?” 

"Very much. It is so pleasant to drive 
through the country in a motor. It is the 
very refinement of travel, combining privacy 
and speed.” 

"Have you any special costume for this 
long drive?" 

"No, I don’t even intend to wear my auto¬ 
mobile coat. Just something short and con¬ 
venient for walking, in case we have a break¬ 
down, which, if it chances, will not spoil our 
pleasure if we are prepared for it.” 

ANOTHER ENTHUSIAST. 

Mrs. Will Hamilton, wife of the eminent 
physician, is another social leader who drives 
an automobile. She is also the possessor of 















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a most interesting dog, a wedding present, that 
usually accompanies her upon her drives, and 
doubtless could give some entertaining impres¬ 
sions of these if permitted to speak for him¬ 
self. However, his vivacious and attractive 
mistress did not hesitate to speak for both 
when asked as how it seemed to be the con¬ 
trolling power in a motor, and talked in the 
unaffected way that is the chief charm of 
sweet and genial dispositions, saying: 

‘I hardly know what to compare the ex¬ 
perience to, but one feels the pleasure of new 
power and all the delight of other forms of 
fast motion without any of the discomfort or 
the after weariness attendant upon these.” 

“Isn’t there considerable muscular strength 
needed in driving?” 

REQUIRES LITTLE STRENGTH. 

“No, there is less strength required than 
that used in driving a horse. The chief 
requisite is to keep cool and do the right 
thing at the right time. After a little prac¬ 
tice one almost unconsciously moves the 
hands properly. I’m not an expert in driving, 
as you wouldn’t need to be told if you see 
much of it, but I don't know of any other 
mode of transportation from which more 
pleasure or more benefit can be derived. Of 
course I like to go rapidly, but I object to 
the fast driving that has caused automobilists 
to be criticised. One can get sufficient enjoy¬ 
ment out of a moderate rate of speed to 
make the motor the favorite vehicle, can’t 
they Pat ?” this to the dog that wagged his 
tail in acquiescence. 

“No, I don’t always take him with me, but 
he would like it if I did. He has evinced 
such a fondness for the motor that eventually 
it may influence him to abandon his favorite 
haunts which are not always choice, for he 
likes nothing better than to loaf around a 
saloon. 

RECALLS AN ACCIDENT. 

“Yes, there is always danger of a serious 
accident, just as there is on a railway train, 
driving a horse or riding a bicycle, but in 
my opinion these modes of travel are more 
dangerous than automobiling. I make this 
statement with full recollection of the acci¬ 
dent that befell us recently. There are quite 
as many accidents with other vehicles, but 
they don’t attract so much attention.” 

NESTOR OF THE AUTO. 

Mr. Henry Neil, president of the Automo¬ 
bile Club, was seen at his beautiful home at 


Indianola, while enjoying his after dinner 
cigars for, after signifying a willingness to 
discard the one he was smoking if it was- 
objectionable, he finished it, consumed another 
and began a third while, he talked of automo¬ 
biles. He is an enthusiast with regard to 
motors and talked with such eloquence and 
such command of the technical terms involved 
that it is impossible to even touch upon the 
interesting and instructive things he discussed. 
But relative to the leading question, he said: 

“Motor driving' is superb. There is nothing 
like it. I am passionately fond of horses, but 
I prefer the automobile as a means of transit 
for many reasons. One is that no matter how 
cold or how warm it may be, one may use it 
without the hesitation that always comes when 
one has to risk exposing horses to inclement 
weather. Another is that it is much safer 
than the ordinary conveyances, whether horse 
carriages, railway trains, trolley cars or 
bicycles. I mean that they are not only safer 
for those who use them, but for all others. 

CAN AVOID ACCIDENTS. 

“For instance, either a railway train or a 
trolley must, when bearing down upon an 
object, either stop or go over it, but with 
the slightest turn of the wrist the motor 
may be swerved around it, thus often averting 
a very serious accident. Then an automobile 
may be stopped more quickly than any of these 
other vehicles with only a slight part of the 
exertion necessary to bring them to a stand¬ 
still. One touch of the hand, and they are 
motionless, while every nerve and muscle may 
be strained in the effort to stop a horse.” 

“Even conceding their superiority for speed 
and use, do you think they will ever quite 
take the place of horses? I mean in the affec¬ 
tions. It seems infinitely sad to think of the 
passing of the horse.” 

There was a slight shadow on the enthusi¬ 
ast’s face as he replied: 

REGRET FOR THE HORSE. 

“That is the saddest thing connected with 
what one may term the rise of the automobile; 
nevertheless, I believe in time the motors will 
w'holly supplant the animal we have loved so, 
for one comes to feel that these vehicles are 
part of oneself through their responsiveness. 
They obey the slightest touch as though en¬ 
dowed with life and reasbn. I am so much 
attached to my motor that I go out to the 
barn, stand around and look at it and examine 
the different parts with as much interest as 
I once bestowed upon horses. 


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215 


‘‘There is another reason why I think motors 
are destined to be the favorite vehicle. One 
may go through the country, visiting out-of- 
the-way places where railway trains never 
penetrate, and it would be impossible to take 
a horse to remain any length of time, without 
so much trouble that the pleasure would be 
materially lessened. I drove 4000 miles last 
summei and 5000 this summer. I don’t care 
much for riding in town, for the streets are 
so miserable, but I enjoy a long drive over 
good roads. 

“I am pleased to see how rapidly they are 
gaining in popular favor. I measure this 
popularity by the increasing number of ma¬ 
chines. A year ago there were not more than 
thirty motors in Columbus. Today there are 
not less than 150, and so great is the demand 
for them that the factories cannot supply it. 
They nearly all have orders ahead that will 
keep them busy for a year or more.” 

MISS HUSTON’S STEAM MOTOR. 

Miss Maud Huston is the only woman in 
town who drives a steam motor. The signifi¬ 
cance of this statement will be understood 
even by those who have slight knowledge 
regarding the difference in machines, when it 
is known that they are considered so difficult 
to manage that a local dealer in motors 
would not believe Miss Huston could control 
one until he saw her skill as a driver demon¬ 
strated. 

Miss Huston is slight, almost fragile, in 
appearance, and it does seem a little odd that 
she does what few women ever attempt, for 
she not only drives her motor, but takes care 
of it during her father’s absence, being quali¬ 
fied to fire and fill it and do all the other 
things that the average woman can’t even 
remember with regard to these inventions. 

Miss Huston was seen at the Hotel Ven- 
dome and made an exceedingly pretty picture 
as she talked in an animated way of her im¬ 
pression of automobiling. 

“It is a most agreeable experience, not like 


any other form of driving, because it sur¬ 
passes all others. It is more like one would 
imagine flying would be. Yes, I do hope the 
flying machine will soon be perfected, for I 
should like to try one. 

“No, I do not feel the slightest fear in 
driving my motor. In fact, I feel safer than 
I do behind a horse, because I know I can 
control the automobile, and one is never so 
sure of a horse. This simply means that I 
have more confidence in myself than I have 
in any animal, however intelligent. 

“I have been trained to manage the motor, 
and if you will trust yourself with me I shall 
be pleased to let you know as a personal 
experience how it seems to ride in an auto¬ 
mobile, just as soon as mine, which is now 
undergoing repairs, is returned. 

EXHILARATING ENJOYMENT. 

Lincoln Kilbourne is one of the younger 
men of Columbus who drives the motor. He 
was seen at the factory where he goes early 
and stays late, driving to and from his work 
in his machine. Of motor driving, he said: 

“It is fine. Invigorating in the highest de¬ 
gree, like being transported into some new 
place where all the surroundings are condu¬ 
cive to pleasure when going at a moderate 
speed, and a sort of wild, breathless delight 
when one dares to gp at a rattling pace. Of 
course, I don’t favor driving that will en¬ 
danger the life or welfare of others, but I 
like to go! 

“I am told that this mode of getting over 
the ground is highly beneficial to the nervous, 
and I can well believe, for every nerve tingles 
with new life after a dash in a motor. It’s 
not only the swift motion, but the sense of 
being able to control this motion that makes 
it so exhilerating. 

“The automobile has a great future, and I 
only hope reckless driving will be discon¬ 
tinued, in order that nothing may interfere 
with the pleasure of using these machines in 
a rational way.” 




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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS 



Harry Westerman. 



Peekaboo. 













CARTOONIST OF NATIONAL 
REPUTATION. 


Comparatively few people know that one of 
the best cartoonists in the United States lives 
in this city for the quiet, unassuming young 
man who has been thus characterized by the 
editors of a number of the leading periodicals 
in America, shrinks from having his newly 
acquired fame mentioned by even his most 
intimate friends. But despite this shrinking 
from notice which betrays the sensitive nature 
of the true artist, Harry Westerman, has 
placed himself before the limelights of the 
world by placing himself in the front rank of 
cartoonists. 

Mr. Westerman is a man of 27, who 
secured the foundation for his work in the 
Columbus Art School after which he became 
connected with the Ohio State Journal as an 
artist. In this capacity his exceptionably fine 
work won instant recognition, but it was not 
until within the past eight months that he was 
given an opportunity to demonstrate his ability 
as a cartoonist. Since entering this line of 
work he has advanced with bewildering rapid¬ 
ity until today his cartoons are being used in 
the Review of Reviews, Current Literature, 
Cosmopolitan. Chautauqua, Literary Digest, 
Public Opinion, New York Times, Boston 
Herald, Philadelphia Public Ledger and other 
leading magazines and newspapers in America 
and abroad. 



Smoke Up. 


Several of Mr. Westerman’s cartoons are 
produced here and the delicacy of touch and 
presentation displayed in these prove that Mr. 
Westerman prefers the keen yet dainty thrust 
of the rapier to that of the loaded bludgeon, 
that his conceptions tend toward the refined 
rather than the gross or vulgar caricatures. 

The International Florodora Sextet is a 
happy illustration of his knowledge of current 
events, familiarity with a popular play and 
the ability to combine all this in one cartoon. 

In reply to a question concerning the harp 
used in the Johnson cartoon, “It was Just an 
Idle Dream,” Mr. Westerman said: 

“It was suggested by the harp used in the 
play ‘The Daughter of Hamilcar.’ ” 

The industrial cartoon “Smoke Up” was 
such an original interpretation of this subject 
that it has proven one of Mr. Westerman’s 
cleverest hits, while in “Peekaboo the artist s 
lightness of fancy was given wide scope and 
is widely popular. 

Mr. Westerman is to read a paper before 
the Columbus Art Association next Wednes¬ 
day and will be given a reception immediately 
after his talk. The reception will be followed 
by the exhibition of about 250 of his car¬ 
toons. 



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AT HER BEST. 


“When does a woman appear at her best?” 

This question recently propounded to a 
number of well-known men elicited replies as 
varied as the various professions and lines of 
work with which they are allied. These opin¬ 
ions are of slight value to women so far as 
following any suggestions they may contain 
is concerned, for most women know when 
they appear at their best and those who don’t 
cannot be advised. However, as an illustra¬ 
tion of the thought men give to women’s ap¬ 
pearance these views will no doubt be vastly 
interesting to many. But no difference how 
they may be regarded from the viewpoint of 
interest that they are without a parallel will 
be admitted by all who read the short stories 
which form the symposium presented. 

General Charles W. Dick was the first 
gentleman to be greeted by the question. 

“I haven’t thought about this and perhaps 
had better not reply.” 

“Will it require much thought upon the part 
of a man who manages military and political 
campaigns with ease?” 

“Yes, this is more important than cam¬ 
paigns. It may seem trivial on the surface, 
but it involves much that is as deep as any¬ 
thing in life. But this isn’t answering. Let 
me see,” and the general thought a moment. 

“A woman appears at her best in her own 
home surrounded by her children. 

“Stereotyped,” he repeated. “But it’s true.” 

TREATS IT LIGHTLY. 

Governor Nash and Hon. E. O. Randall 
were seen in the governor’s office. The chief 
executive 'of the state declared his inability 
to answer the question, but remained an in¬ 
terested listener to Mr. Randall’s reply. 

“A woman always appears at her best to 
me—” and then with sudden inspiration: 

“Oh, I’ll tell you when she appears best. 
It’s when she is getting off a street car with 
her face in the right direction.” 

IN BUDDING SPRING. 

Hon. Joseph Outhwaite meditated for a few 
moments before he replied to the question. 

“When a woman discards her winter cloth¬ 
ing and appears for the first time in the season 


in a spring gown of some light, fluffy material,, 
holding up a babe several months old as she 
greets her husband upon his return from a 
journey she appears at her very best, in my 
estimation, for in such a moment there is an 
expression upon her face seen at no other 
time. It’s hard to define, as it’s not just a 
motherly nor wifely expression.” 

“It’s a combination of the two reflecting the 
majesty of motherhood and the wife’s affec¬ 
tion.” 

“You’ve analyzed it; I couldn’t.” 

“Your pardon, a woman does not analyze 
such emotions; she feels them.” 

“I stand corrected; and if I were asked 
when a woman who does not experience these 
emotions appears at her best I should say 
when through sympathy of feeling her face 
reflects them.” 

LIKES THE FAMILY GROUP. 

E. K. Stewart inquired : 

“What’s up today?” 

“Tell me when a woman appears at her 
best.” 

“Whew! Wouldn’t the boys laugh to hear 
me asked such a question.” 

“They might laugh more at your reply.” 

“True enough. However, I think a woman 
appears at her best seated at the head of 
her dining table, the stay of the family group 
— that is, if she has a family, but for young 
women and girls they seem most attractive 
when shopping or going to or from the 
theater or some place where they have had a 
pleasant time.” 

“This implies that they appear best in street 
costumes?” 

“As to colors? Oh. anything that’s light 
and bright.” 

IN A USEFUL SPHERE. 

L. C. Laylin, Secretary of State, said 
gravely: 

“When she is in that sphere where she can 
be most useful.” 

“What about her dress?” 

“Her dress?” in a bewildered way. 

“Yes, her dress. In what costume does a 
woman appear at her best?” 



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219 


The Secretary of State threw up both hands, 
literally, then brought them down upon his 
desk, where they groped about as though 
searching for something that wasn’t there, 
while his face expressed as much astonish¬ 
ment as if he had been asked to describe a 
circus rider’s powder and paint and padding. 
Then he said with slow distinctness: 

“You have me there. What do you expect 
me to know about costumes?” 

WHEN THEY ARE PLEASED. 

Said Judge Hagerty: 

"They always appear so well in my eyes, 
that it is difficult for me to say when they 
appear best, but I think if there is any time 
they appear a little more charming than usual, 
it is when they are particularly pleased, when 
they are enjoying themselves, free from worry 
and wo^k. I hate to see a woman work.” 

“Would you deprive them of their greatest 
blessing?” 

“No; I don’t mean work that they like to 
do, but I would, if I could, let all women 
have congenial work. I don't know of any¬ 
thing that I dislike more than to see a girl 
or woman wearing herself out in a- factory 
or similar toil with no opportunity to make 
the best of any ability she may have in an¬ 
other line, and especially, as is often the case, 
if she is working to support men who should 
be the workers. Under such circumstances 
she never has a chance to appear at her best.” 

DIPLOMATIC COLONEL COIT. 

Colonel Coit responded: “There are so 
many bests.” 

“Specify them.” 

“I can’t.” 

“Name the supreme best, then.” 

“When she’s trying to be agreeable.” 

“In what apparel?” 

“That doesn’t make any difference, if she 
has taste. I’ve seen women in the most ex¬ 
pensive and fashionable costumes who looked 
like freaks simply because they didn’t know 
what was becoming to them. Others can 
appear well in anything, so it’s not what she 
wears that makes a woman most attractive, but 
the — well, I can’t express it.” 

“You mean the way she wears it?” 

“That's it; if a dress seems a part of a 
woman she will appear at her best in it, but 
if there is one special dress in •which women 
in general seem to me to look best it is a 
white one with blue ribbons.” 

“Oh, Colonel Coit, you’re permitting a 


man’s old-fashioned sentiment with regard to- 
these colors to bias your judgment. Most 
women look wretched in that combination. It 
belongs to the nondescript type of very young 
girls.” 

HOME AND CHILDREN. 

A. D. Heffner, the banker, greeted the 
question with an amused laugh; then said: 

“I’m not an authority on women.” Then 
he adcled: “At home with her children and 
husband.” 

“But if unmarried?” 

“When she’s trying to interest a man.” 

WITH HER FIRST BORN. 

Said Hon. Emmett Tompkins, without a 
moment’s hesitation: 

“Whatever her station in life, a woman 
appears pre-eminently at her best when she 
holds her first-born in her arms. It is a 
supreme moment in her life, and naturally the 
noblest, sweetest feelings are expressed in her 
appearance.” 

“What about dress?” 

“I don’t know anything about clothing 
aside from disliking to see anything like a 
blue dress with green ribbons and a red skirt. 

I dislike anything glaring, and to me a woman 
appears best in subdued tints and soft effects.” 

LIKES THE HOME PICTURE. 

Mr. Howard Park’s reply was: 

“In her own home attending to her duties, 
for every woman is at her best when she is 
where she belongs — in her'own home.” 

“Then a number of them must belong in a 
place that has no existence.” 

“It should have existence for every woman.” 

“But if it does not, what then?” 

“Let my brother tell you that,” referring to 
William Park, who was sitting near. 

“Mr. Park, it’s for you to say when a 
woman who hasn’t a home of her own ap¬ 
pears at her best.” 

“When she’s trying to get one — that is, 
trying to get married. I didn’t mean that she 
should marry just for a home, but this being 
her natural sphere, it was eminently proper 
for her to wish to get into it. But women 
have odd ideas nowadays.” 

“Do they? Well, suppose we leave their 
ideas while you tell me in what dress woman* 
appears best.” 

“In the dress that the man she is trying 
to get admires the most, for when she wears 
it she is conscious that she pleases him, and! 
the thought brings out her best points.” 


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WHEN SHE IS PLEASED. 

Postmaster Round rejoined: 

“A woman seems at her best when she is 
very much pleased, no matter what her en¬ 
vironments or condition.” 

“And as to her attire?” 

“Oh. that’s too much for me. Ask Mr. 
Krumm; he can tell you. Mr. Krumm being 
forced into service, replied: 

“When she is dressed in a manner that is 
appropriate for the occasion; so much so that 
one does not give particular attention to what 
she wears. In what mood? When she is 
completely absorbed in working for others to 
the exclusion of self.” 

Said Dr. Carr : “When woman is engaged 
in that function best adapted to her, she ap¬ 
pears at her best.” 

“In what color?” 

“On the street I like to see bright colors.” 

TAKING CARE OF THE TOTS. 

Mr. Claude Meeker’s face was touched with 
great earnestness as he said in a musing way: 

“To me a woman taking care of her little 
ones appears at her best. Whatever her sta¬ 
tion or degree, there is no sight so beautiful 
in my eyes. Michael Angelo could not paint 
all the grace that is reflected on a woman’s 
face when she is thus engaged, and all the 
world of words are powerless to express it. 
If a woman wishes to hold a man captive, 
through his highest, holiest emotions, she 
has but to be, seen when mother love is illum¬ 
inating her face, when dressed in a soft, loose¬ 
flowing gown suggestive of home life.” 

Rev. Dr. Jaskson, Jr., in impressive tones, 
said: 

“When woman is filling that place for 
which she is best fitted, in a natural womanly 
way, entirely unconscious of being observed, 
she appears at her best. It does not matter 
what her environments or her attire may be, 
she will appear at her best at such a time.” 

IN UNSELFISH ACTION. 

Judge Badger's sentiments were expressed 
in a few words: 

“When a woman is doing that which calls 
for pure, unselfish, impersonal love, such as 
is manifested by sacrificing her own interests, 
she appears at her best, and as to her dress, 
each woman should be a law unto herself so 
far as it is concerned, for most of them know 
just what to wear to bring out their best 
-points.” 


WHEN CUPID IS NEAR. 

Said W. H. Fisher of the Hocking Valley: 

“When she is happily in love.” 

“How do you know when she is in that 
state.” 

“I can tell by the look in her eyes.” 

“Describe that look. Others may wish to 
imitate it.” 

“Oh, it can’t be imitated. It only goes 
with genuine, happy love. Sometimes doubt 
and jealousy mar it — then a woman can look 
decidedly at her worst.” 

BRIDES APPEAL TO HIM. 

J. Y. Bassell, although a Southerner, dis¬ 
played a Yankee trait and inquired: 

“Is this for publication or merely inci¬ 
dental ?” 

“For the paper? Well, then. I'll have to 
give a dishonest reply and say that a woman 
appears at her best as a bride.” This with a 
laugh and a slight pause, after which he 
added, with his usual velocity and felicity as 
to words and thought: 

“Seriously, I believe most women appear 
at their best as brides. It may be because of 
their apparel, which, being white, is particu¬ 
larly pleasing, especially if, as is usual, there 
is a train which adds elegance to the most 
simple toilet, or it may be because of the emo¬ 
tions of the hour which are reflected upon the 
faces of the brides, but whatever it is, there 
is something in the appearance of each one 
that reveals grace she was not known to 
possess prior to the occasion and which is not 
seen at any other time in life.” 

SHOWING LIFE’S EARNESTNESS. 

L. M. Baker hesitated somewhat before re¬ 
plying, as though the subject were one well 
worth considering with care, then said: 

“A thoughtful, serious mood; one that re¬ 
veals a woman as having a true conception of 
the earnestness of life, shows her in her best 
light, and a dress of subdued colors, one that 
conforms to the mood, enhances a woman’s 
charm, in my estimation, for although not in¬ 
clined to take life too seriously, a woman who 
laughs or smiles never seems to be at her 
best so far as appearances are concerned.” 

“Oh, Lord, what next?” ejaculated George 
Hardy. “In my estimation a woman always 
appears at her best when she isn’t trying to 
do so, especially if she is dressed in a becom¬ 
ing way and is bright and agreeable without 
seeming to know that she is so.” 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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F. W. Sinks smilingly asserted that woman 
appeared at her best when making the bread 
“that mother used to make,” in the gown that 
was best adapted to this work of love. 

WHEN SHE’S HAPPIEST. 

R. W. Jeffrey paused for a moment as 
though reflecting, then, with an expression 
indicating that he understood the full import 
of the inquiry, he said: 

“When she is happiest, wherever that may 
be, for it is the inner woman who gives the 
outward charm. Happiness is such a beauti- 
fier that often a woman who is plain and un¬ 
interesting when not under its influences, will, 
when it sweeps over her, appear so lovely as 
to be bewildering. Of course, this is only 
when the woman possesses a beautiful soul, 
one that is responsive to the bright and beau¬ 
tiful in life, but if any woman is happy it 
enhances her appearance a hundred fold more 
than a similar condition would add to a man’s 
looks, probably because, being the finer 
medium, she radiates her emotions more 


readily. It’s noticeable that the finer the or¬ 
ganization, the greater the transformation in 
the appearance of woman. With regard to 
her apparel, one may appear at her best in 
evening dress, another in street gown; it all 
depends upon the woman.” 

DOING GOOD FOR OTHERS. 

Rev. Dr. Rexford's reply was: “I think a 
woman appears at her best when she is doing 
whatever is to be done for the good of others 
with a good grace, with all that she wears 
harmonizing with herself and what she is 
doing.” 

WHEN MOST NATURAL. 

W. G. Benham said: “When a woman is 
natural she appears at her best. When she 
doesn’t simper and think she must say pretty 
things, when the world is upside down as it 
were. When she is entirely free from affec¬ 
tation or deception of any sort. It doesn’t 
take the average man long to discover these,, 
and the moment he does she is done.” 



Lewis C. Laylin. 











THEIR HAPPIEST CHRISTMAS 


“Will you tell me of your first Christmas?” 

Down dropped the harness of work and the 
barriers of years, forgotten were old sorrows 
and old tears, as a number of Columbus 
gentlemen well known in the fields of thought 
and action heard this question addressed to 
them by a State Journal reporter. Then drift¬ 
ing on the tide of thought it seemed to take 
but a moment to carry them back to the hap¬ 
piest Christmas marked on life’s calendar. 

GINGER BREAD HORSE. 

The first picture presented was by Hon. D. 
J. Ryan who, when this question was asked 
walked to a window and stood looking down 
.the street several moments before he replied. 

“The Christmas that I found a ginger bread 
horse at the top of my stocking was the hap¬ 
piest one I ever knew. 

“I’ve had many happy Christmas days since 
then and I've received many beautiful pres¬ 
ents that I appreciated greatly but never one 
that gave me such pleasure as that ginger 
bread horse. It was too precious to eat and 
I kept it a week before I would even take 
the tiniest nibble from it. Afterward I was 
so sorry for having mutilated it that I was 
constantly changing its quarters in order to 
find the best place for it to be kept free 
from harm, until the wear upon it reduced it 
to crumbs. When these had disappeared that 
which gave me the greatest happiness in life 
had vanished.” 

CAME WITH RED TOPPED BOOTS. 

The scene Judge Hagerty painted is revealed 
in the words: 

“When I woke up one Christmas morning 
and found that Santa Claus had brought me 
a pair of red topped coppertoed boots I was 
happier than I had ever been in all my life. 
Nothing ever gave me half so much pleasure. 
I was so proud of them that I spent the 
greater part of the day trotting around the 
neighborhood to show them. 

M. C. Conners, general manager of several 
important railways and consequently one of 
the busiest men in the city leaned back in his 
chair in the manner of one who accomplishes 
much in a short time without haste, then with 
a low laugh, replied: 


“The last Christmas in which I believed in 
a Santa Claus was my happiest, for I was 
just old enough to anticipate his visit with 
keen delight and feel perfectly satisfied after¬ 
ward. The next Christmas however, I was so 
wide aw T ake that before morning came my 
faith in human nature had received its first 
shock. Christmas could never be the real 
thing again ; it had lost something.” 

Said Judge Badger: 

“I recall many Christmas days that were 
filled with happiness but never one to which I 
look back with such supreme pleasure as when 
I was a chunk of a boy and had been teach¬ 
ing my first school for about ten days. The 
man who had taught prior to my securing the 
place had been compelled to resign in the 
middle of December through failing to get a 
certificate and as he had lost a number of 
days the first of the term, I was expected to 
make them up by teaching on the holidays, 
the first of these being Christmas. After 
teaching about a week I felt so gloriously 
prosperous that I was very glad to share my 
good feeling with my pupils who were bright, 
lovable children, many of whom I have had 
occasion to feel proud of in later years, so 
I stored a supply of stick candy, nuts, oranges, 
and cakes for the ‘treat’ that every teacher in 
those days was expected to give. 

“The children were not only surprised but 
delighted, but great as was their pleasure, I’m 
sure they didn’t get half as much out of the 
day as I did, for in the midst of our enjoy¬ 
ment, a former teacher of mine and a number 
of my schoolmates came to visit us, and my 
old teacher spoke some words of commenda¬ 
tion regarding my school. I was proud of 
my boys and girls and so glad in their happi¬ 
ness that I think that was the happiest Christ¬ 
mas I have ever known.” 

Hon. De Witt C. Jones’ words were few: 

“My first Christmas tree which was the one 
my wife and I prepared for our children after 
they were old enough to enjoy it, afforded 
me more happiness than any other in my 
recollection. Prior to that day I had not had 
even a faint conception of what Christmas 
may mean to children, for in my childhood 
and youth the 25th day of December was just 
a day following the 24th, nothing more. On 


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Christmas as on other days, I went at an 
-early hour to the hard work incident to farm 
life in winter as well as in summer, and after 
toiling all day went home without having 
realized that the day differed from any other 
in the three hundred and sixty five of the 
year.” 

A1 G. Field's response was: 

One Christmas in my life was filled with 
especial delight and that was the first Christ¬ 
mas after my marriage, when my wife and I 
were living in two plainly furnished rooms and 
•everything pertaining to the day was in 
accord with the rooms and our dinner, 
in the preparation of which I assisted 
my wife, but no banquet could ever be more 
tempting for we were like two children over 
the result of our efforts. Aside from this I 
was experiencing a revelation with regard to 
how little it takes to make a woman happy, 
for my present to my wife, the only thing 
I could offer was such a poor little insignifi¬ 
cant thing — a tiny workbasket — that I was 
ashamed to give it to her and left it outside 
until I saw how merrily she adapted herself 
to the poor conditions of our Christmas, then 
when I did get courage to give it to her, the 
manner in which she received it caused such 
reaction from the feeling of humiliation be¬ 
cause of the poor gift that my happiness was 
greater than it has even been since.” 

Altho since I think of it there was another 
Christmas in my life so filled with delight 
it might fairly vie with the other. The first 
Christmas of the Civil War which I was too 
young to comprehend in its tragical aspect, 
was the happiest I knew as a boy. 

My home was in Virginia, but it was 
deemed advisable to have the family visit in 
Maryland until after breakfast, the time con¬ 
sidered necessary to adjust the difficulty, but 
when breakfast time extended from April un¬ 
til the twenty-fifth of December, our elders 
seemed determined not to be gloomy, and 
my gradmother made arrangements for the 
hall she was accustomed to giving to which 
came people old and young from far and 
near. 

Altho these were famed in Maryland, they 
were not like the balls given in Virginia, such 
as were and are unknown elsewhere, where 
the children of the plantation owners as well 
as every little pickaninny learned to dance 
until dancing was a part of their lives from 
which they could not be separated. And it 
chanced that a little girl, a very lovely one, 
from Virginia, was a guest of my grand¬ 


mother’s that night. To us the minuet was 
a many times enjoyed dance, but to the other 
guests it was still new and they were any¬ 
thing but proficient, so the little girl and my¬ 
self were chosen to lead it, and I confess that 
when I led her out to lead the dance before 
all those admiring people, I experienced a 
“swelling of the heart” I never felt before or 
since so perhaps in genuine pleasure unmixed 
with pathos it was the happiest Christmas 
after all.” 

Hon. Claude Meeker’s reply was: 

“When I was about fourteen I was per¬ 
mitted to go rabbit hunting on Christmas and 
never in my greatest dreams of happiness had 
I imagined anything like the delight I experi¬ 
enced when I started out at day-light with my 
dogs and gun. With these as my only com¬ 
panions I spent the day and for the first time 
in my life forgot the dinner hour, but even 
if I had thought of the Christmas feast at 
home it could not have tempted me to aban¬ 
don my sport, and when night compelled me 
to go home, I ate some of the cold things 
that were left from the meals of the day with¬ 
out grumbling and without regret for the 
things I had missed. My happiness was com¬ 
plete and as a boy I never had a more enjoy¬ 
able day.” 

Rev. Dr. Rexford responded: 

“Christmas in my childhood was not a 
special day. Our home life moved on with a 
steady step and the 4th of July was the only 
interruption. The noise of a gun could waken 
us, but the music of Christmas had not 
reached our quarter. These are the products 
of the last quarter century as are most of the 
enjoyable things of Christmas. Therefore my 
happiest Christmas was not associated with 
childhood and youth when it was spent in 
New England. Puritan environment, but later 
in life when I entered into the pleasure of 
young people of the day and I can’t recall 
which was the happiest, probably the last one, 
for each year has brought increasing enjoy¬ 
ment.” 

Judge Stewart’s reply was: 

“My last Christmas was the happiest I 
have ever known and if you were to ask me 
this question after the next one, I suppose I 
should still make the same reply, for each 
Christmas for years has been much happier 
than the one preceding it.” 

Hon. E. O. Randall responded with brief 
simplicity: 

“There were two Christmas days when I 
experienced such happiness as causes those 


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days to be regarded as the happiest I have 
known on this holiday. They were when I 
was talking to the little ragamuffins in two 
different places just after they had partaken 
of the feast prepared for them. Their pleas¬ 
ure was so manifest and so intense that I 
caught the reflection of it and it does me 
good to recall it even now.” 

“Will I tell you of my happiest Christmas,” 
said J. Y. Bassell. “Certainly, it was when I 
got my first drum. I had been longing for 
a drum as only a boy can wish for that with 
which he can make the most racket, but my 
parents and other members of the family 
knowing what an infernal nuisance a drum 
would be in my hands had persistently re¬ 
fused the desire of heart. However, an uncle 
who had learned of the dream of my life de¬ 
cided that it should become a reality and 
smuggled a drum to my mother with the re¬ 
quest that I should be permitted to have it 
Christmas morning. You see, he didn’t have 
to live in the same house. Mother promised 
to face the ire of other members of the fam¬ 
ily and make me happy, but I didn’t know this 
of course, so one day after one of my most 
turbulent demands for a drum I was told that 
Santa Claus granted the requests of good lit¬ 
tle boys. In a moment I was transformed 
from a little cuss into a little cherub. My 
piety developed so rapidly that in five minutes 
I was down on my knees making a fervent 
prayer for a drum. I kept this up until 
Christmas evening, and after hanging up my 
stocking, taking care to select one several 
times too large for me I went to bed. 

“The moment I entered the door of the 
general sitting room the next morning the 
first thing I saw on the mantel was the 
drum. Fact is I didn’t see anything else. 


Lord, I couldn’t see anything else,” and the 
secretary sprang from his chair, clutching an 
imaginary drum, on an imaginary mantel, un¬ 
consciously illustrating the manner in which 
he had seized the coveted prize of his early 
boyhood. Then re-collecting himself he sat 
down and continued in a calmer tone: 

“I never saw the stocking, and I don’t know 
to this day what became of it, or what it 
contained. Everything in the world had dis¬ 
appeared but the drum, and with one bound 
I had it and began business with such tre¬ 
mendous success that I was immediately told 
to move out. 

“It was a case of I’d leave my happy home 
for you, and .1 left, but as soon as I began on 
the drum outside I was told to move on. I 
did so, but wherever I stopped, some one 
seemed to have it in fctr me, and I was or¬ 
dered away. Obeying, I kept moving, intense¬ 
ly happy in my new possession. If I had been 
a little older, I might have had some bitter 
reflections regarding the lack of good will 
extended, but in unalloyed bliss, I went on 
until I found a place where no one gave the 
familiar command, and there I defied the 
world and beat my drum until I was half 
frozen. Weary, hungry and cold, I went 
home, and as my arms were then so tired I 
could only produce a faint echo of the racket 
I had made, I was permitted to play indoors. 
It’s odd how one can be hungry and cold 
and wornout and yet be supremely happy. 

“I often think in recalling my happiest 
Christmas of how the acquisition of some 
cherished object blinds us to the ills it brings, 
for I was practically banished from home un¬ 
til after I had finished the drum, but since 
then I have not known the unalloyed bliss 
that was mine that Christmas day.” 


MRS. DENNISON. 


WIFE OF OHIO’S FAMOUS WAR GOVERNOR. HONORS 
SHOWERED UPON A GENTLEWOMAN 


Mrs. Dennison, wife of the distinguished 
war governor, William Dennison, whose home 
is at the Neil is living in an atmosphere 
redolent of the rarest flowers her friends 
and relatives could secure. These were sent 
to her yesterday in remembrance of the day 
that marks her eighty-first year and as a 
tribute to a gentlewoman who is so well and 
widely known that mention of her name re¬ 
calls much of the history not only of Co¬ 
lumbus but of the state. 

Although most of the floral offerings were 
gifts from men and women highly influential 
it is possible that Mrs. Dennison, whose fond¬ 
ness for children is well known, derives more 
pleasure from one fragrant bunch of violets 
than from all the other flowers, for these 
were the gift of her great-great-grandson 
Fitzgerald Forsythe, who is also the grandson 
of General Forsythe, the renowned warrior. 

Lovingly, Mrs. Dennison clasped the great 
mass of violets that formed the finishing touch 
in her rich and tasteful costume; in her voice 
was tender pride as she held them out for 
inspection and talked of the little one who 
had brought them and these were the flowers 
she carried as she passed to the carriage that 
was to convey her to the Columbus Club 
where a dinner was given in her honor. 

Although Mrs. Dennison is short in stature 
she bears herself with dignity that borders 
on majesty, a bearing that may account in 
some degree for the impression that she resem¬ 
bles Queen Victoria. She rarely appears in 
public unless accompanied by her son, Herman 
Dennison and he is always her escort to her 
meals. As they pass through the lobby of 
the hotel they are the cynosure of all eyes. 

Mrs. Dennison is shielded from the careless 
talk of the casual caller lest some word should 
awaken the emotional memories that would 
detract from her strength. 

And what a world of memories could be 
revived in the heart of this woman whose 
life began with the completion of the Old 
National Road and hence with the beginning 

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of stage coach days when the flood of traffic 
swept tens of thousands of passengers over 
the road. 

A few years ago when Mrs. Dennison was 
stronger than she is now the Journal writer 
talked with her relative to events in the first 
half of the last century with the thought of 
having the reminiscences of this Grand Old 
Woman published, but the copy was lost and 
the story was never rewritten. However, much 
that she said is vividly recalled and very pre¬ 
cious is the memory now that her advanced 
years and declining strength preclude the pos¬ 
sibility of another talk with her concerning 
that past in which she witnessed all the social 
and material progress of the city, all the 
glorious pageants and gloomy processions of 
more than three quarters of a century and 
was a part of all the brilliant functions ante¬ 
dating the laying of the cornerstone of the 
State House that seems so old to this genera¬ 
tion. 

In that talk Mrs. Dennison manifested keen¬ 
er interest in the affairs of the day than many 
women of a third of her age, and as she 
looked out toward the historic old structure 
it seemed incredible that one whose grasp of 
events was still so strong had known the 
men and women of a period that seems an¬ 
cient to the hurrying workers who haven’t 
much time to look backward and could not 
see with her vision those whose portraits are 
so far back in the hallways of history, those 
who lived so long ago that the name of the 
governor who laid the cornerstone of the 
capitol is not known to one in fifty of the 
countless hundreds who daily pass through 
the rotunda. 

Another fact that seemed to carry Mrs. 
Dennison far back into the last century was 
that she was married in the original Neil 
House that burned down on the night follow¬ 
ing the presidential election that preceded 
the great Civil War. 

In the old Neil House that was a magnificent 
hostelry with a palatial rotunda and carvings 



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of black walnut she met and knew many 
world famed men, among them General Wil¬ 
liam Henry Harrison and Charles Dickens 
who described the establishment in his “Amer¬ 
ican Notes,” mentioning that “the apartments 
were finished in polished wood of black wal¬ 
nut and opened on a handsome portico and 
stone veranda like rooms in some Italian man¬ 
sion.” 

In the “Old Neil” of. today who shall say 
how many famous men and women Mrs. Den¬ 
nison has known. Few are the distinguished 
visitors to Columbus who have not stopped 
there and countless books could not chronicle 
the names of those who have praised the 


old time hospitality of the place with the 
fervent hope that it would be continued under 
each management. 

In all probability Mrs. Dennison will spend 
her closing days in the old building that 
has sheltered so many of the world’s best 
citizens and always associated with the his¬ 
toric old establishment will be the name of 
this daughter of the house of Neil who when 
circumstances placed her in prominent places 
bore herself with dignity equal to the situa¬ 
tion, being well fitted to be the wife of the 
man who was such a powerful factor in the 
hour when Ohio had greatest need of an 
executive with strength and courage. 


AN ORIGINAL “AD.” WRITER. 


Columbus has the most original “ad” writer 
in the country. Whoever doubts this has ne¬ 
ver been so fortunate as to see Columbus 
newspapers in which the Lazarus ads written 
by Mr. E. J. Salt have a conspicuous place 
and anyone who has never seen a Columbus 
newspaper has never lived. Those who have 
lived know that Mr. Salt stands at the head 
of his profession and that his writing gives him 
a unique place among writers. 

When it is recalled that no local or na¬ 
tional event takes place but that some men¬ 
tion of it is made in Lazarus ads one has 


some idea of the scope of reading and the 
almost limitless fund of information Mr. Salt 
possesses. 

During the Spanish War the Lazarus ads 
were eagerly awaited by the public for they 
were sure to embody the latest war news. 
This advertising attractive and unusual has 
won special recognition from some of the 
most prominent men. 

Lazarus is fortunate in having Salt and Co¬ 
lumbus is fortunate in having Lazarus and 
Salt for no other city can present such a 
combination. 



HINKLE FINALLY UNFOLDS HIS 

PLANS. 


In the course of a talk with Mayor Hinkle 
a State Journal reporter listened to some 
statements that may be of interest to those 
who long have tried to classify the mayor. 

The State Journal reporter was greeted in 
a courteous manner and having heard that the 
mayor’s temperament was just a little out of 
the ordinary, decided to begin while the at¬ 
mosphere was favorable, hence said: 

“Mayor Hinkle, I should like to know of 
your political aspirations.” 

“I haven’t any beyond wishing to be a good 
soap maker.” 

“How funny you are this morning, but 
seriously, now does that mean you’re done 
with political aspirations?” 

“I haven’t said so.” 

“I know you haven’t. That’s why I am 
asking you. Will you say so?” 

MAN NEVER KNOWS WHAT HE 
MAY DO. 

“No, I won’t, for a man never knows what 
he may do.” 

“But do you think you’re done with poli¬ 
tics ?” 

“I don’t know.” 

"Do you mean that you don’t know if you 
will be an aspirant for the nomination as 
mayor again?” 

“Well, you see, it’s this way — a man never 
knows what he may do for his party — how 
much of a sacrifice he may make.” 

“Oh, I see; you mean that your inclina¬ 
tions lead toward retirement, but you’d be 
willing to sacrifice these for the good of the 
party?” 

A smile of approval spread over the mayor’s 
face as he said: 

“A man never knows what he may do.” 

“Doesn’t he? I always thought every man 
in the world was so wise that he knew just 
exactly what he meant to do. I perceive my 
mistake — the mayor of Columbus is an ex¬ 
ception. That proves the rule, but what 
about that New York interview. Did you 
xieny that story?” 

“No, that fellow saw me all right enough, 


but he didn’t get an interview, for there was 
nothing to give out.” 

“Nothing but the smoke from that big 
cigar?” 

“That’s the part I denied. I never smoked 
a cigar in my life.” 

“Oh, you prefer a pipe?” 

Mayor Hinkle made a wry face and ex¬ 
claimed : 

MAYOR HINKLE IS A MAN OF 
EXEMPLARY HABITS. 

“No; I don’t. I never smoked anything in 
my life. It always seemed so disgusting to 
me to see a man stick a weed in his mouth 
and go puffing around. More than this I 
never drank an intoxicating drink in my life.” 

“How nice, but I wish you’d’ be nicer and 
tell me if you have any aspirations for nomi¬ 
nation for any political office?”’ 

“My greatest aspiration is for home life — 
I need a rest — a thousand years of it.” 

Does’nt Know Just What He May Do for 
His Party. 

“You’ll get it some day, but in the mean¬ 
time you don’t look as though the work of 
your office has been so strenuous as to require 
a thousand years of rest. I was just thinking 
how well you looked.” 

LAID OFF TWO WEEKS WITH TY¬ 
PHOID FEVER. 

“Well, I need a rest. I haven’t had a vaca¬ 
tion for two years, unless the two weeks when 
I had typhoid fever may be called a vacation.” 

“Not much of a one, surety, and a very 
short time to fight typhoid. It’s such a fear¬ 
ful disease.” 

“Oh, you needn’t ever be afraid of it. Any¬ 
one as slight as you are need have no fears 
of it. It’s the fat people it affects most. It’s 
a disease of the intestines, and where there is 
much fat accumulated about them it’s sure to 
go hard with one.” 

“I’m so delighted to learn all this. You 
seem to be well informed.” 

“Yes; I studied medicine once.” 


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“You did? How surprising.” 

"Yes, and I’ve been told by good physicians 
that I knew more about it than half the young 
fellows who practice it.” 

“When you might have benefited humanity 
so greatly, how did it happen that you aban¬ 
doned such a profession?” 

“Oh, I went to teaching school, taught six 
years, then traveled, and at last went into the 
soap business.” 

SECRET ABOUT SOAP THAT IS NOT 
REVEALED. 

“Apropos of the soap, what was the secret 
that couldn’t be sent out in the circulars?” 

“Oh, that simply referred to a white soap, 
a medicated soap, that couldn't be mentioned 
in the circulars.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because.” Then, ignoring the reporter’s 
mystified look, the mayor continued: “One 
had to word the circular so they would ask 
for it, and all that stuff that was written 
about it was just an attempt to hurt me. Why 
couldn’t they make the contradiction as big 
as the lie?” 

“Perhaps it was because an editorial is 
worth more than a whole front page,” 

PLACES MORE VALUE ON BIG 
HEADLINES. 

“Yes, but that front page story would be 
read by people who never look at an editor¬ 
ial.” 

“But that shouldn’t count for much. Peo¬ 
ple who never read editorials don’t, as a rule, 
do much thinking.” 

“Yes, but they do some voting, and it 
counts on the votes.” 

“Oh, then you are looking out for the 
votes ?” 

The mayor shifted in his seat and said: 

“As I’ve told you, there’s nothing to give 
out in that line.” Then he pointed to another 
paper and said: “There’s the ‘evening edition’ 
of The Journal (referring to a Columbus 
evening newspaper), with a big headline. 
However, it’s no use considering that little 
sheet, for what can one do when a little fice 
that’s too small to kick snaps at one’s heels?” 
and the mayor snapped his fingers and mut¬ 
tered something about very small men, then 
straightened out his massive frame in a man¬ 
ner reflecting scorn of all who were not as 
big as himself. This caused the reporter to 


ask if he was taking dancing lessons for the 
physical benefit to be derived from them or 
with a view of added grace. To this the 
mayor replied: 

DANCES BECAUSE HE IS VERY 
FOND OF IT. 

“I have not been taking dancing lessons. I 
have danced all my life, or at least since I 
was 12 years old. It’s the only recreation I 
take. We have dancing at the Elk’s club- 
rooms, and I belong to a dancing club be¬ 
cause I like to dance. That’s all there is to 
the dance story.” 

“What form of dancing do you like best, 
waltzing —” 

“Oh, I like all of it, just as I do the ladies. 
I like all of them.” 

“I’m sure the “ladies” will appreciate that 
statement." But am I to understand that you - 
have no political aspirations and will not have 
unless the party demands that you sacrifice 
your inclinations?” 

The mayor leaned forward in his chair, and, 
taking up a bundle of letters, abstracted one 
and said, “This will show you how I am situ¬ 
ated as nearly as anything else.” 

The letter was from an admirer, who asked 
him if he had either state or national aspira¬ 
tions, and promising support from several 
counties, among them Marion and Delaware. 
The mayor said: “I have a stack of letters 
that high,” holding his hand at least two feet 
above his desk, “all on that same line.” 

NEVER KNOWS JUST WHAT HE 
WILL DO. 

“Then if you were offered the nomination 
for president you might forego your desire 
for rest and home life?” 

“A man never knows what he might do for 
his party. But see here,” and he produced 
his reply to the letter, which was to the effect 
that he was at present only mayor of Colum¬ 
bus and did not know what he might wish to 
be in the future. “I’ve let you know this in 
confidence and I don’t want that letter used.” 
He was assured that his confidence would be 
respected, and only that which referred to his 
attitude should be mentioned. He then said, 
“I think I’ll ask to be nominated as king of 
England.” 

“Please don’t, Mayor Hinkle, the United 
States can’t spare you.” 

The mayor laughed heartily. 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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TREATED BETTER THAN REPOR¬ 
TERS USUALLY ARE. 

“Well, my girl, I’ve given you more time 
than I usually give reporters, but you can’t 
get me to tell you anything, for if I have any¬ 
thing to give out I would keep it, so The 
Journal could not get it first.” 

“Why, Mayor Hinkle, I shouldn’t have 
thought you would say anything like that!” 

“Why not? Why not tell the truth? I 
would keep any information I have till morn¬ 
ing always, so that paper couldn’t get it.” 

“But why be so unfair to the Journal?” 

“Because they would not print the truth if 
I gave it to them. Oh, I don’t mean that you 
wouldn’t tell the truth, and give a fair state¬ 
ment, but when it got into the hands over 
there it would be twisted around till it would 
mean something entirely different from what 
I said.” 

“Then you won’t tell me the truth about 
the library story?” 

The mayor’s faced flushed indignantly as 
he exclaimed: 


PAPERS AND PUBLIC MUST KEEP 
ON GUESSING. 

“There’s nothing to tell about it. The 
papers have done a lot of guessing and they 
can keep on guessing. It’s none of their 
business. I don’t mean anything against you 
asking me this, for you’re only doing what 
you were sent to do, but I get out of sorts 
with newspapers asking about things that’s 
none of their business.” 

“But it’s their business to get what will 
interest the public and the public, of course, 
is interested in everything pertaining to 
libraries.” 

“Well, the public can wait till we’re ready 
to tell them about the library. Nothing has 
been given out nor will be yet awhile.” 

“Then there wasn’t any truth in the story 
that you went to get an appropriation. It 
was all incorrect?” 

“Oh, they got a few little things right, but 
they said Carnegie was in Florida, so if he 
was how could we see him? Now, there’s 
nothing to give out on that subject for we 
agreed not to give out anything at present.” 


RESURRECTION. 


Remember what I told you long ago, 

"There is a resurrection for all things 
Where’er you are in bliss or d eepest woe” 

Your thoughts are wafted to me on swift wings, 

They reach me in the dark and solemn night 

When all the world is wrapped in deepest gloom 
They come sometimes before the morning light 
Like some faint, lost yet lingering perfume. 




COLLEGE GIRLS AND MARRIAGE. 


Higher education is rapidly reducing the 
per cent of marriages declared President 
Elliott of Harvard. 

Statistics compiled after careful research in 
the records of Eastern colleges wired to the 
State Journal last Thursday proved the truth 
of the Harvard man’s assertion. 

If more proof were needed the Ohio State 
University can furnish it. 

With a view to learning how the statistics 
of Eastern colleges compared with those of 
the Ohio State University a State Journal 
reporter called at the institution. 

In the absence of President Thompson, 
Prof. W. H. Seibert at the head of the depart¬ 
ment of European history was questioned on 
the subject. Said he: 

ELLIOTT IS RIGHT. 

We have no statistics bearing upon this sub¬ 
ject but I am sure President Elliott’s state¬ 
ments are founded upon the most careful in¬ 
vestigation and that they are absolutely accu¬ 
rate. I believe also that the per cent, of 
marriages among the women of this University 
is not greater if as great as that shown by 
President Elliott. 

The reason for this is apparent if one re¬ 
members that the women who come here have 
practically decided before coming upon some 
course that does not include matrimony and 
that they are not likely to abandon their posi¬ 
tions. 

LITTLE TIME FOR SENTIMENT. 

The success of these necessitates hard work 
that leaves little time for sentiment while they 
are in college and after they have finished 
their studies their standard of husbands is 
usually so high that the average man does 
not aspire for the position. Men as a rule 
do not care to be the husbands of women who 
are their superiors intellectually. 

Of course these women might marry college 
men, but such marriages are rare. In fact, 
they are much less frequent than people who 
have not been observant of this would im¬ 
agine and this I think is good, evidence that 
coeducation is not the evil that it is reported 
to be by some. The young men and women 


meet with a sort of comradeship in their 
work and are good friends but deeper attach¬ 
ments are the exception. 

MORE EDUCATION LESS LOVE. 

Prof Barrows, of the department of English 
literature entered and was asked for his opin¬ 
ion relative to the subject, he said: 

It has been established without doubt that 
fewer marriages take place between the highly 
educated and that reproduction is less fre¬ 
quent than among the uneducated just as it 
has been shown that genius does not repro¬ 
duce itself to any extent and after a com¬ 
paratively short time becomes extinct. In 
general the men and women who seem to be 
best fitted to be fathers and mothers, that is, 
from our point of view” and the Professor 
smiled, do not marry. 

ONE THRICE MARRIES. 

The Ohio State University has an alumnae 
catalogue from which information can be ob¬ 
tained. It was decided to select one class and 
follow the matrimonial fortunes of the girls 
graduated. 

The class of 1893 was selected as giving a 
sufficient period of time for a fair estimate. 
Nine women were graduated that year. 

It was found that only three of that class 
had married in the ten years, and that two of 
them were residents of the city, Mrs. Dora 
Sandoe Bachman and Mrs. Louise Herrick 
Abbott. The other married woman in the 
class is Mrs. Sarah Joel Wilson who resides 
in New York. 

She is the mother of three children, and 
Mrs. Abbott is the mother of two, giving an 
aggregate of five children in ten years since 
graduation of a class of nine. 

It developed that the proportion of marri¬ 
ages in this class fell far below that shown 
by President Elliott which is 45 per cent, and 
that the degree of mental power possessed by 
these women is correspondingly high as is 
evidenced by their work before and since 
they were graduated. 

Miss Katherine Morhart was the first 
woman to win a state contest in Ohio; Miss 
Bertha Lanman was the first in this country- 


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to finish a course in electrical engineering; 
Mrs. Dora Sandoe Bachman was the first 
lawyer graduated from the Law School of the 
Ohio State University, and every woman of 
the class has been distinguished by unusual 
intellectual ability. 

Mrs. Bachman is not only a lawyer, but a 
writer, an elocutionist and a most excellent 
cook. She was assisting in the preparation of 
the evening meal when the reporter called to 
ask her opinion of the subject now promin¬ 
ently before the college people. She left her 
work for a few moments and said: 

“I had not given this subject any thought 
until President Elliott’s declaration called at¬ 
tention to it, but if it is true that college 
women do not marry as frequently as their 
sisters in other fields, it may be due to the 
fact that higher education renders woman 
economically independent of men so that the 
college woman does not marry for the sake 
of a home or support, but from choice. 

“Girls having less educational advantages 
are by their work and surroundings thrown 
into contact with boys during the years when 
they are impressionable and sentimental and 
contract marriage at an early age before they 
are mature in judgment. While the college 
girl is just as impressionable and sentimental 
as her sister, yet at the same age her atten¬ 
tion is divided between society and her studies 
and she measures the men with whom she 
comes in contact by mental standards so that 
by the time she comes out of college she is 
more thoughtful, regards marriage more seri¬ 
ously and is less apt to venture into the un¬ 
known when she feels perfectly qualified to 
live her life alone. She has learned that hasty 
marriages contribute much to the divorce evil, 


hence she is not likely to chance much in this 
direction. 

Mrs. Louise Herrick Abbott was seen at her 
home on Highland Avenue. She also demon¬ 
strated that a collegiate education does not 
unfit women for domestic duties for she came 
from the kitchen where she had been prepar¬ 
ing a salad for the reception of the Alumnae 
Association of which she is president, and 
without removing an apron that was vastly 
becoming, she too had been reading the State 
Journal’s articles. Said Mrs. Abbott: 

President Elliott’s assertion seems to be the 
sole topic of conversation. My husband has 
referred to'it several times. It is claimed that 
college women do not marry or if they do so 
that they do not have children, but I have 
two, this triumphantly, and Mrs. Willsworth 
of New York one of my classmates has three. 
It is true that only three women in the class 
of ’93 have married, but it does not follow 
that this disproportion exists in all classes. 
However, if it does it is probably the result 
of women being engaged in pursuits which 
they prefer to marriage. But I do not think 
that education interferes with woman’s enjoy¬ 
ment of the home life nor her duties as a 
mother. 

POINTS OUT A FALLACY. 

One often hears that college women require 
husbands who have had similar training, but 
so far as my observation extends this is a 
fallacy. They usually choose men of business 
ability, whom they do not regard as their in¬ 
feriors simply because their education has 
been different, for these women as a rule are 
aware that these men exercise mental power 
equal to that required in the professions. 




MRS. EULA MAY SMITH. 

President of the largest Music Club in the World. 



“Mrs. Smith, the interesting and talented” 

— Nevada. 








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A WOMAN MUSICIAN. 


It is related that when Chopin who had 
the gift of musical portraiture was asked to 
improvise Madame Delphine Potocka he drew 
her scarf from her shoulders, threw it on the 
board and began to play, implying that he 
knew the brilliant woman so well that he 
could portray her character easily and that 
under the customs and costumes of an at¬ 
tractive worldly life the heart force could 
beat as the tones of the piano through the 
scarf. 

This story was recalled when asked to give 
a character sketch of one of the most in¬ 
teresting women in Columbus, Mrs. Ella May 
Smith, who has a national reputation as a 
music critic, for it seemed that only a musical 
portraiture could give adequate conception 
of the character of this musician and writer 
who presents such brilliant contrasts with 
such harmony of effect. 

An authority on music, Mrs. Smith is con¬ 
sulted by the most cultured of its devotees; 
as an instructor she renders efficient aid to 
amateur and artist; as a society women en¬ 
gaged in the affairs of the hour she has long 
been considered a brilliant leader and as 
President of the Womens’ Music Club of Co¬ 
lumbus, exposed to jealousies and misconstruc¬ 
tion she concilliates the good will of all with¬ 
out affecting the self-respect of any; for quick 
in thought, fertile in expedients, prompt in 
action, direct, earnest, indefatigable she meets 
all difficulties and calms all agitation with 
the poise of one bom to lead. 

In addition to the work involved in these 
capacities Mrs. Smith is a professional writer 
who sinks herself in her productions; a 
composer whose compositions are popular in 
different parts of the country, her name appear¬ 
ing upon many programs in this connection, 
frequently is she called upon to address fin¬ 
ished musicians and daily is she consulted 
by managers and promoters of various kinds 
of educational work, but above and beyond 
all her professional and social successes, Mrs. 
Smith is a woman who finds time to make 
a home of her house and there one is charmed 
by the hospitality of people free from pre¬ 


tense accustomed to entertaining in the en¬ 
vironments of refined taste. 

It is difficult to decide in which part of her 
exquisitely appointed home Mrs. Smith is 
seen to best advantage for every part of it 
forms a background for her artistic individual¬ 
ity and whether in the library, consulting 
some choice volume, in her daughter’s dainty 
room, in the dining room enlivening a re¬ 
past with some description of a scene, or some 
vivid picture of her experience, in her own 
den preparing music letters for the New York 
Journal and other newspapers, or in the music 
or reception room conversing with some dis¬ 
tinguished visitor, she seems to be a part of 
each place and at her best. 

This gifted woman’s personal appearance 
reflects her life for it gratifies the sense of 
harmony; of the blond type with a face mo¬ 
bile and animated, a mirror of her abundant 
and abiding cheerfulness; her apparel and 
manner are an exposition of the art that en¬ 
ables some women to wear simple robes roy¬ 
ally or the richest raiment simply. 

One may see on pictures given Mrs. Smith 
by those who are among the world celebrities 
inscriptions expressing appreciation of hours 
spent with her or of the attributes of mind 
and heart that have endeared her to such 
artists as Schuman, Heinke, Nevada, Maude 
Powell, Calve, Madame Gadskie, Ysaya, Bis- 
phame and scores of other world tamed men 
and women. Among these is one that throws 
a sidelight upon her relations with them: 

“In memory of a charming luncheon at the 
Victoria Hotel.” — Louise Ysaya. 

But the keynote of Mrs. Smith’s character 
is given in another inscription on the por¬ 
trait of Nevada: 

“Mrs. Smith,' the interesting and talented 
who will help people to love the beautiful 
‘Nevada.’ ” 

This she does; surrounded by many plea¬ 
sures, in contact with the wordly she preserves 
an unselfish heart and has within her much of 
that fair beauty which no eye can see; much 
of that sweet music which no ear can mea¬ 
sure—• in all things seeing only good, she 
helps others to love the beautiful. 


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POPULAR MILITARY SALUTE 


“The military salute seems to be the fad 
here in Columbus. I have noticed that about 
nine men in ten use it,” remarked an Eastern 
visitor at one of the hotels yesterday. 

“Yes,” responded the friend whom he had 
addressed. “In place of decreasing since the 
Spanish war, it is becoming more popular 
every day. I’m beginning to fear it will be¬ 
come such a fixed habit that our men, without 
meaning to be disrespectful to our women, 
will forget and use the salute in recognizing 
them.” 

This fear did not create general alarm, but, 
as mentioned, only caused the manner of salu¬ 
tation to be given more than passing notice. 

One of the first to come under this obser¬ 
vation was Assistant Adjutant General Taylor, 
who was saluted by a colored man and re¬ 
turned the compliment. He was followed by 
the president of the Board of Trade, George 
T. Spahr, who smilingly raised his hand to 
his head in a semi-salute, and an instant later 
raised his hat in returning a woman’s greeting. 
Judge Hagerty passed and recognized several 
friends with a smile and a touch of the hat. 
Hon. Henry Axline, former Adjutant General, 
saluted an acquaintance in true military style 
and took off his hat as he spoke to a woman. 

John Y. Bassell, Secretary of the Board of 
Trade, bowed slightly to a group of men, 
bared his head with a low bow in recognition 
of several women, and a little later saluted 
Governor Nash, who returned his greeting in 
the same manner. 

Robert H. Jeffrey bowed right and left to 
a line of men who had formed a guard to the 
entrance to his headquarters, with a slight 
movement of his hand to his head occasion¬ 
ally, then removed his hat and bent his head 
in a deferential manner to a woman. 

ARMS SWING EVERYWHERE. 

Judge Stewart, while entering the State 
House yard, saluted two men, who responded 
in a similar manner, and Mr. George Hardy, 
the real estate man, passed a number of men, 
saluting each with military precision that they 
could scarcely imitate. Hon. Claude Meeker, 
while assisting some women to enter a car¬ 
riage and standing so, bowed to a gentleman 


who saluted him, then seeming to recognize 
that Mr. Meeker was speaking with women, 
removed his hat with a bow. 

Deciding that the people in or near this 
building were all following what the Eastern 
man had termed a “fad," the State House was 
chosen as a better place for observation. 

After witnessing the exchange of a score 
or more of salutes, ranging from Judge Spear 
of the Supreme Court down to the guards, the 
subject was mentioned to Secretary Laylin, 
who said: 

"There is no reason why the military salute 
should be the custom in this building, outside 
of the observance of it when addressing the 
governor or any member of his staff, but I 
suppose where this is done in these instances 
it follows as a natural sequence that it is used 
generally.” 

CAME FROM TRAINING. 

Martin Gemuender was the next man seen. 
He was hastening toward the Democratic 
headquarters, seemingly in a great hurry, but 
at least ten men were saluted in a manner 
that suggested careful military drill. So 
noticeable was this that he was asked if he 
had had such training, to which he replied: 

“Yes, as captain of the Columbus cadets. 
But I was not aware that I still adhered to 
the salute. It must be through force of habit; 
an involuntary movement; for I’m sure I 
don’t think of it.” 

Wondering if this were true of others, 
Assistant Adjutant General Taylor was asked 
if he had noticed the frequency with which 
this form of salutation was employed, and in 
reply said: 

“I have not thought of this, but suppose it 
has been the custom ever since our last war, 
just as military forms always follow the 
military spirit when this has been supple¬ 
mented with strict discipline; having been dis¬ 
ciplined, the young men do not discard that 
which is an essential part of their training, 
and as they continue the salute others adopt 
it unconsciously. 

“I can understand this, for unless my at¬ 
tention was called to it, I should not notice 
that I used the military salute in recognizing 



YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


235 


my friends. One becomes habituated to it in, 
camp, where it is required, and once acquired, 
like all other habits, it’s easier to continue 
than to drop it.” 

While Mr. Taylor was speaking Judge Pugh 
and Judge Earnhart were seen walking down 
High Street, and it was noticeable that both 
saluted gentlemen whom they met and both 
bowed low as they removed their hats in re¬ 
turning a woman’s greeting. 

In the Neil House lobby General Beatty 
and Colonel Edward Taylor were seated in 
the big office chairs, seemingly for a good, 
old-fashioned talk, where there was much to 
say and plenty of time to say it in, but while 
they were very much interested in each other, 
during the time they were being observed 
their hands were kept busy in responding to 
the salutes of the men who came and went. 
John R. Malloy was just as busy in the same 
way in another part of the lobby. 

WAVE A GOOD DAY. 

Near Broad and High Streets Hon. Allen 
W. Thurman met his beloved friend, Hon. 
DeWitt C. Jones, and both recognized each 
other with an upward movement of the hand 
that was seemingly a more cordial expression 
of good will than the formal salute. 

Near this same corner Dr. Jackson, the 
Congregational minister, was saluted in true 
military style by several young men and raised 
his hat in acknowledgment. 

Dr. Dickson L. Moore, in acknowledging 
recognition, touched his hat six times in tak¬ 
ing about that many steps and with almost 
as much frequency Judge Badger was called 
upon to respond to greetings. 

W. H. Fisher, the passenger agent of the 
Hocking Valley, went down the street salut¬ 
ing acquaintances in the cordial manner of 
one who has good will for everybody in the 
world, and a few moments later M. S. Con¬ 
ners, president of a number of railways, 
greeted a number of men with a modification 
of the military salute, then bared his head 
as he bowed to an elderly woman in such a 
way that a well-known professional woman 
turned to a companion with the remark: 

“I wonder where that man acquired such 
manner? I have never seen anything so 
admirable, so nearly my ideal of a man’s 
manner. He must have had exquisite train¬ 
ing to be able to express so much deference 
in his attitude toward our sex. It does one 
good to learn that there are a few men in 


the world who can by their manner place a 
woman on a pedestal whether she belongs 
there or not. We sometimes assert that we 
don’t care to occupy pedestals, but we only 
do this when conscious that there are none 
who care if we remain on them, or as Brown¬ 
ing says of saints, ‘Tumble to earth’.” 

KEPT ON SALUTING. 

At this juncture Judge Badger and a well- 
known newspaper man saluted each other, 
shook hands, slapped each other on the 
shoulder, laughed heartily, shook hands again, 
were about to separate, then seeming to have 
reconsidered the matter, they locked arms and 
went into the nearest hotel, where the salutes 
may still be in order. 

A sufficient number of men had been noticed 
to warrant sanctioning the statement of the 
Eastern man with regard to the military salute 
becoming more frequent, but there seemed 
little cause to think that Columbus men would 
so far forget what they owe to women and 
to themselves as to substitute it for the proper 
recognition of women. 

Most of these men to whom this subject 
was mentioned, said they did not realize that 
they were using it until their attention was 
called to it, but in nearly every instance they 
had been either connected with military life 
or had been given special drill in this line. 

For instance Mr. Hardy as well as Mr. 
Gemuender attributed his salute to the prac¬ 
tice of it as an officer in the Columbus cadets. 
Former Adjutant General Axline said it was 
as natural for him to salute a soldier as it 
was to walk. 

Judge Stewart said he must have acquired 
the habit when as a boy he caught the spirit 
that prevailed in the land during the civil 
war and drilled with the boys and that this 
having become a habit in the formative period 
of life, he continued it. 

Secretary Bassell said that he had always 
regarded the military salute as imperative in 
greeting a governor, president or very dis¬ 
tinguished soldier, in greeting the ordinary 
individual, considered a bow sufficient recog¬ 
nition, this to be formal or cordial as the 
circumstances warranted. 

Mr. Spahr said when he saluted men it was 
done in a spirit of fun, when they had won 
success or when for some reason or other he 
wished to convey the idea expressed by a - 
mock title such as colonel or general. 


SHOULD THEY PLAY LEADING 

PARTS ? 


“Is there a prejudice against husband and 
wife playing leading parts in the same cast?” 

This question suggested by the statement 
made by Manager Dusenbury last week, was 
addressed to a score or more professional and 
business men of Columbus and a number of 
women and men connected with theatrical 
work who are here for the summer season. 

The manner in which the question was re¬ 
ceived and the replies given illustrated anew 
that life is a curious puzzle and human nature 
a complex study regarding which mortals may 
only hope to acquire the most rudimentary 
elements of knowledge. But the story is its 
best commentator. 

NEVER KNEW IT BEFORE. 

Miss Vail de Vernon, wife of Lawrence 
Grattan, leading man with the Olentangy 
Stock Company, who closed her engagement 
with the company last week for the reason 
given to the Public by Manager Dusenbury, 
relative to the subject said: 

“I know nothing about this matter except 
what Mr. Dusenbury has said, and that you 
know. Of course, if my being ,in the cast 
lessens the box receipts I would not stand 
- in the way for a moment, but I never knew 
of anything of this sort in any other place. 

Hitherto my husband and I have been most 
successful playing together. However, I think 
there was some mistake in my being expected 
to play emotional parts when my line is the 
very lightest comedy. I don’t like 'weepy’ 
parts,” this with a mirthful grimace that sus¬ 
tained her closing words, “so I suppose I am 
not intended to play them.” 

FEELING DOES EXIST. 

Mr. Lee Boda, manager of the Great South¬ 
ern Theater, when asked to give his view¬ 
point of the subject, replied: 

“I don’t know that the feeling against hus¬ 
band and wife appearing in the leading roles 
amounts to a prejudice but there is certainly 
a sentiment against their doing so, I can give 
no definite reason as to why it exists, I only 
know that it does. It seems to be an inde¬ 
finable feeling that affects the public much 
as individuals are affected by intangible emo¬ 


tions, but whatever the cause the result is 
recognized by those who cannot explain it.” 

JUDGES THE RESULTS. 

General Beatty was asked if he could spare 
two minutes of his time and responded in 
cordial tones: 

“A dozen, twenty, as many as you like.” 
But when the question of the hour was pro¬ 
pounded he looked over his glasses and ex¬ 
claimed: “Well, well, what’s all this? What 
possible difference Could it make to anyone 
whether the leading parts are played by hus¬ 
band and wife or those who are almost 

strangers. We judge the results and not the 

means by which we are amused and if actors 
have the power of adaption their private rela¬ 
tions are immaterial.” 

ADMITS THE PREJUDICE. 

Hon. D. J. Ryan replied: “Undoubtedly 
there is a sentiment against husband and wife 
playing together but I haven’t the most re¬ 
mote idea as to the cause of it so wont at¬ 
tempt to explain it. It’s like so many other 

singular things in life that we recognize with¬ 
out being able to analyze.” 

Mr. John Joyce, Jr., said: “I have never 
given a thought to this subject so of course 
have no feeling for or against such an 
arrangement. I am perfectly indifferent to 
the private affairs of others, whether they are 
before the public or not, so my opinion isn’t 
worth anything.” 

NOT THE PUBLIC’S AFFAIR. 

Colonel Hopper, manager of the Neil 
House, replied: “I don’t see why there 
should be any objection to husband and wife 
appearing on the stage together if they are 
fitted for their parts and don’t see why the 
public should give any attention to the private 
lives of those who furnish its amusement.” 

WHY THINK OF IT? 

Miss Hall, the versatile leading woman 
with the Empire stock company, was seen in 
her dressing room at the theater, which she 
has converted into a charming den, where 
she receives callers. In reply, Miss Hall said: 

“If acting gives pleasure, why think of the 


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private life that is back of it. I never do,j 
and although I may be aware that the players 
before me are married before the play begins, 
I forget this and never know it until they 
get married in the play. But now that my 
attention is called to it, I remember the stage 
productions that gave me the most pleasure 
were those in which the leading parts were 
played by husband and wife.” 

This statement was followed by a citation 
of the many instances where men and women, 
though married while playing together, have 
had sufficient power to make world-weary 
men and women forget that they were sitting 
out a play. 

NEVER A THOUGHT. 

In discussing this question with his daugh¬ 
ter, Dr. Carr said: 

“Don’t you feel disappointed when you see 
a play where the leading characters who are 
playing the parts of lovers are known to have 
been married for a long time? Doesn’t it 
take something away from .the pleasure of ex¬ 
pectancy with which you look forward to 
seeing them married before the curtain goes 
down ?” 

Being a twentieth century young woman, 
Dr. Carr’s daughter has ideas of her own 
and knows how to express them, as witnessed 
by her reply. 

“I never give the slightest thought to 
whether they are really married or not, as 
long as the play lasts I’m right in it, part of 
it, and when it comes to the marriage I’m 
right on the stage being married myself.” 

Dr. Carr looked at his daughter in comic 
perplexity. 

WOULD PREFER HER HUSBAND. 

Miss Fay Courtney of the Empire Stock 
Company was seen in her dressing room a 
few moments after leaving the stage, where 
she had been more than usually captivating 
in her part of June in the production of 
“Blue Jeans.” As she entered the room with 
her face aglow with the pleasure that comes 
from knowing one has pleased others, she 
was a splendid personation of “June” in more 
than one meaning. 

Her greeting was: 

“Battered and bruised and ready to die.” 

She was asked to defer the death for The 
State Journal, and exclaimed, “What do you 
want — a history of my life?” 

“Worse than that — an opinion.” 

Miss Courtney said: 


"I know there is a sentiment against such 
an arrangement, and I think it is well founded, 
for it's with theatrical people just as it is 
with those in private life, and you know peo¬ 
ple are never so interesting when we know 
everything about them, as they are if there is 
a little left to the imagination. 

“But altho I appreciate this feeling, if I 
were married I should wish to play with my 
husband, for it would be much more pleasant 
to be associated in work with one for whom 
one cared.” 

LOOK ONLY FOR ART. 

Mr. Court, manager of the Chittenden, 
said: “Personally, it could make no differ¬ 
ence to me, for I should not think of this. 
If amused or interested by their acting, I 
should not trouble myself with what had no 
relation to the production.” 

WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE? 

Mr. A1 G. Field, with some disgust mani¬ 
fested in his tone, exclaimed: 

"Oh, there’s a sort of sentiment against 
anything along this line, but if men and 
women can portray something pleasant and 
artistic, what difference should the fact that 
they are married make? None whatever, and 
it does not with people who know how and 
where this sentiment had its inception. 

“Frohman worked this idea to a finish when 
he had a purpose in view. He worked the 
press, too, and was aided by the critics, who 
are responsible for half of the so-called de¬ 
mands of the public.” 

COUPLES HARD TO MANAGE. 

Hon. DeWitt Jones responded: 

“Personally, I know no reason why married 
people should not enact principal parts in the 
same play, but I have learned from one who 
is competent to speak on such matters, that a 
husband and wife seldom secure a joint en¬ 
gagement. The reason assigned for this was 
that most managers, having learned through 
practical experience that it’s easier to manage 
an individual than it is two, especially when 
the interests of the two are identical, they 
seek to avoid breakers by employing but one.” 

WOULDN’T THINK OF IT. 

Miss Louise Marcelli of the Empire Stock 
Company spoke briefly, saying: 

“It seems odd to think of there being an 
objection or prejudice of this sort and I: 


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can’t imagine how it exists, for personally, 
I should never think about those who were 
playing their parts as married, even though 
I knew they were.” 

SENTIMENT DOES EXIST. 

Mr. Ben Harmon, manager of the Great 
Southern Hotel, said: 

“To me the mere fact that husband and 
wife were playing in the same cast would 
make no difference, for I should view the 
players from the standpoint of the pleasure 
- or interest they were able to awaken, but I 
know there is a sentiment against this, for 
I’ve heard it discussed by theatrical people 
with whom I come in contact, but it may be 
that this idea is more prevalent with them 
than the public.” 

FORGET THE REAL. 

Mr. J. Y. Bassell exclaimed: 

“This strikes me with an irresistible sense 
of incongruity. If husband and wife can as¬ 
sume leading parts in the same cast satisfac¬ 
torily I don’t see how the mere fact of their 
being married could detract from their worth 
as actors. In fact, I know that many of the 
most successful renditions of plays have been 
those in which husband and wife played the 
principal characters, and have beguiled the 
public into sweetest homage — delusion that 
made the public forget the real in contem¬ 
plating their art.” 

ALL IN THE ACTING. 

Mr. William Park said: 

“I certainly would have no objection to see¬ 
ing married people acting the principal char¬ 
acters if they could act. This would be the 
test for me, for the personal affairs of the 
actors should be so far in the background 
the audience would scarcely perceive it.” 

PUBLIC DISLIKES MARRIED 
LOVERS. 

Judge Badger said: 

“The public must have its amusements 
served as it fancies, and there is, I believe, 
a feeling against seeing husband and wife 
take the part of lovers either on or off the 
stage. It grates on some feeling that we can 
hardly explain, but we have it. 

“You see, I plead guilty, although I know 
that this won’t agree with the idea that one 
must see a stage production solely from the 
artistic standpoint. But hang it all, I never 
.made any claims to being artistic, so I can 


take a place with those who can’t talk art 
jargon, and say I’d rather see a play where 
the lovers are really as free as they are sup¬ 
posed to be. 

“I don’t like to think the kisses given and 
received are all so kind of second-hand, that 
one is likely to wonder if the public perform¬ 
ance excels the private one, and if it wouldn’t 
seem more spontaneous and natural if it 
wasn’t a sort of continuous affair.” 

It was suggested that daily love-making in 
public might bring satiety that would prevent 
its being continuous. To this the judge re¬ 
plied : 

MECHANICAL AFFECTION. 

likely to become a mechanical habit and that 
may be just what the public objects to with¬ 
out being able to define it when this love- 
making is presented. 

Lawyer Ulrey had not heard the remarks 
of his colleague, but, in discussing the matter 
afterward, said: 

“It’s impossible to analyze the feeling one 
has with regard to this, for it would seem 
that the fact of a man and woman being 
married should not detract from their power 
to please the public, but in some inexplicable 
manner it seems to do so.” 

SOME SAIL FALSELY. 

Mr. Fred Tibbetts — Yes. I think the 
statement that the public disapproves of hav¬ 
ing a man and wife play leading parts in the 
same cast is sustained by a feeling that is 
recognized by those who have had some 
opportunity to know of these things. Know¬ 
ing that this is so, many of the married people 
in this profession have it given to the public 
that they are divorced. They understand that 
they are not so interesting to the public if 
the marriage is known. 

THINK ONLY OF PLAY. 

Mr. W. H. Fisher of the Hocking Valley 
Railway said: “So far as I’m concerned, I’d 
think only of the playing, without regard to 
the private life of the actors, so it' seems a 
little odd to me that this idea is advanced.” 
Then, with a laugh that was filled with mis¬ 
chief, he added: 

“But, with regard to the actors, it would 
seem the best arrangement possible in many 
instances, for it would obviate the danger con¬ 
nected with stage love-making.” 

“To what danger do you refer?” 

“Why, the danger of falling in love with 
her.” 


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239 


“Would it necessarily be dangerous?” 

“Depends upon the conditions and the peo¬ 
ple. For, despite all talk about art that sub¬ 
ordinates self, it must be difficult for a man 
to make love to a pretty girl without a little 
feeling connected with it. Therefore, if he 
makes love to his own wife — but the result 
is obvious.” 

“Do you mean that constant application in 
the line of lovemaking between married peo¬ 
ple tends to keep it in the family?” 

“Well, it might be tried as an experiment 
in cases where it was needed.” 

“Shall it be known as Mr. Fisher’s recipe 
for indifference?” 

“Never. Some one in following it might 
bring upon themselves that which is worse 
than indifference — satiety.” 

“But seriously, Mr. Fisher, you don’t think 
it impossible for men and women to play at 
love and be so engrossed with their part that 
the personality of the opposite is obliterated?” 

“No, not when we have actors attempting 


the parts that demand this self-effacement, 
but, oh, so seldom do we have them with us.” 

HAVE PLAYED SUCCESSFULLY. 

Relative to the husband and wife playing 
together, Mr. Lawrence Grattan said: 

“It is a matter that is largely governed by 
the opinion of the individual manager, and if 
influence from outside sources is directed 
against one, the manager must decide as to 
what is best. No; but these things are a little 
trying, for Mrs. Grattan and I have been more 
successful playing together than we ever were 
when we played in separate companies. Our 
best engagements have been together, and 
next season we star together in a new version 
of “Shamus O’Brian.” 

After some further talk on different sub¬ 
jects, Mrs. Grattan said: 

“Since all this matter has received so much 
attention I have been given the most cordial 
receptions, something that I did not receive 
before.” 



Capt. W. H. Fisher. 


MRS. W. G. HARDING 



While woman seldom enters the field of 
active politics yet her influence is more or 
less felt in matters of state and often she 
wields more power than is generally accredited 
to her. 

At the Republican state convention, just 
over, the influence of woman was manifest 
and several of the candidates for positions on 
the state ticket found most capable allies in 
their wives. 

Senator Warren G. 

Harding of Marion, who 
made such a gallant 
fight for second place 
on the ticket, was ably 
seconded in his efforts 
by Mrs. Harding, and to 
her much of the credit 
of the splendid victory 
won is due. 

Quietly Mrs. Harding 
used her influence for 
her husband and many 
of the plans which 
worked out so success¬ 
fully originated in her 
fertile brain. Those who 
were in the thick of 
the fight, both for and 
against the Marion man, 
know full well just what 
share Mrs. Harding took 
in the contest and they 
are not slow to give to 
her her meed of praise. 

MRS. HARDING TALKS. 

In speaking of the contest soon after its 
close when Senator Harding had been chosen 
for lieutenant governor by acclamation, Mrs. 
Harding said: 

"I didn’t wish my husband to enter political 
life, for I realize that he is a writer, and 
as writers, like poets and artists, are “born, 
not made,” I do not think that anything 


should be permitted to interfere with the 
proper exercise of this gift, especially to the 
extent necessitated by active participation in 
politics. But he has been drawn into the po- 
lititcal arena and as I am always with him 
heart and soul in everything you see me here.” 

DID ALL SHE COULD. 

“I have done what I could to aid my 
husband’s canvass, for 
working as I do, right 
in the office with him, 
sharing all his confi¬ 
dences, and absorbed in 
all his ambitions, I un¬ 
derstood this situation 
sufficiently to be of 
some slight aid.” 

Mrs. Harding’s most 
marked characteristic is 
her naturalness and a 
slight terseness of speech 
acquired no doubt, 
through her power of 
taking the standpoint of 
others so quickly that 
she can voice her con¬ 
clusions or opinions on 
a subject almost before 
one realizes that she has 
been asked for them. 
While speaking her 
countenance appears to 

TT best advantage reflect- 

Harding. . , ,. 

mg each charming 

thought. While in Co¬ 
lumbus for the convention she wore a skirt 
of soft, black material, a white waist and 
white hat trimmed with a fold of white silk. 
As a woman is known more thoroughly by 
her hat than by the trimming, it seems worth 
mentioning that Mrs. Harding’s hat was of 
the finest quality of braid and of the most 
approved shape. 


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“Heart suicide’’ is what a Chicago author 
calls marriage, but her story has not appreci¬ 
ably lessened the number of marriages, es¬ 
pecially among those who have been employed 
as teachers in the public schools of Columbus. 

Since the beginning of the year seven young 
women who have been instructing the young 
people of this city decided that being queen 
in one home is preferable to being the “su¬ 
preme authority” over many boys and girls, 
however dear they may have been. 

WHO THEY ARE. 

Among those who have chosen domestic in 
place of professional life in the time specified 
are Mrs. Joseph Shirley, who was Miss Nellie 
Lombard of Oak street; Mrs. C. H. D. Rob¬ 
bins, formerly Miss Lenna Neville of Den¬ 
man avenue; Mrs. D. M. Brown (Miss Daisy 
Parsons), Mrs. Longnecker (Miss Daisy 
Longnecker), Mrs. Guild (Miss Mary Bla- 
kiston), Mrs. Thomas (Miss Gail Kernahan), 
Mrs. James A. Kidwell (Miss Phena M. Da¬ 
vis.) 

All the world is interested in a bride, 
whether "prospective or one who has but re¬ 
cently “laid her marriage coronet with blushes 
down,” but these brides seem to be more than 
ordinarily interesting, perhaps because of their 
having been so closely identified with those 
who are so near and dear to every true man 
and woman the world over — the children. 

WHAT THEY WERE. 

Mrs. C. H. D. Robbins was an instructor 
in Fifth Avenue school, whose future home 
will be in West Forty-fourth street, New 
York. Her influence in shaping the educa¬ 
tional thought of her pupils was such that it 
would not be easy to believe that this influence 
ended when she left the schoolroom. 

Mrs. Gail Thomas, now a resident of De¬ 
troit, was the first teacher to enter matri¬ 
mony this year, having been married in Feb¬ 
ruary. She was considered an excellent 
teacher, seeming to have learned that teaching 
is not a flow of words, but that it should be 
an effort to direct the life career into the 
channels for which there is greatest capacity. 

Mrs. Joseph Shirley, who taught in Med- 

16 Y. & Y. F. 


ary Avenue school, was considered a faithful, 
painstaking teacher, and will undoubtedly be 
remembered with affection. Mrs. Shirley is 
now at Lakeside. 

Mrs. Guild, former instructor in Latin in 
East High School, has resided at the Nor¬ 
mandie, since her marriage. 

In Mrs. Guild the social instinct is quite 
pronounced and her friends consider her a 
fine conversationalist. 

Mrs. D. M. Brown, who taught in the Park 
Street school and who now lives in Harrison 
avenue, was another teacher who earned the 
reputation of being faithful in the discharge 
of her duties. 

Orfb glance at the tender, almost serious 
face of Mrs. Longnecker, is sufficient to con¬ 
vince one that she is the possessor of a nature 
endowed with the gift of responsiveness, the 
power to feel and know without a word 
upon the part of those who wish her to com¬ 
prehend what words are powerless to express. 
Friends and acquaintances say that she 
had marked personal influence over her pupils. 

Mrs. James A. Kidwell, who taught in the 
Franklinton schools, had many of the quali¬ 
fications that render a teacher most valuable. 
She has many friends who unite in their 
praise of her intelligent, faithful work and 
pleasing personality. 

BRIDES TO BE. 

Miss Anna M. Boyer, who taught in the 
Fieser school last year, is a bride-to-be. Her 
marriage will take place in autumn when as 
the wife of a well-known inspector of gold 
mines she will sever her connection with 
school work and her life in this city at the 
same time, for after her marriage she will live 
in Colorado. 

Miss Edna B. Hatton who was employed 
as teacher in the Northwood school last year 
and who lives in Neil avenue, is another pro¬ 
spective bride although the formal' announce¬ 
ment of her marriage has not yet been made, 
for the simple reason that the bride-to-be de¬ 
clares emphatically that she has not decided 
upon the time and does not intend to let any 
one have the privilege of announcing it. 


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CULTURED COLUMBUS WOMEN 


What would you do if suddenly thrown 
upon your own resources? 

Within the past week this question was ad¬ 
dressed to a number of Columbus women of 
more than ordinary social distinction. Women 
to whom this might well seem too remote a 
contingency to contemplate, living as they do 
in the land of leisure so far as actual work 
for the maintenance of themselves and others 
is concerned. 

But with few exceptions the replies given 
proved that they had in the hushes of life 
that come even in the whirl of social gayety 
where people snatch entertainment as they 
rush, considered what they might do should 
reverses make it necessary for them to turn 
from ^he flowery paths of the present to 
walk over the rough ground or hard, thorny 
ways familiar to those who depend upon their 
daily earnings to the extent that if their own 
strength fails they pass rapidly from the 
purlieu to the most central point of tragedy. 

As these social leaders talked the radiance 
of more than one face was replaced by an 
earnest almost grave expression and cultured 
tones became more subdued as tho the deeper, 
stronger chords of life had been touched as 
they in thought faced the problem that so 
many thousands annually have failed to solve. 

But their own words with regard to this 
subject prove how seriously they have con¬ 
sidered it. 

Mrs. Alfred Kelley whose home gives one 
the indefinable pleasure evoked by contempla¬ 
tion of a Greek vase filling and satisfying 
nameless desires seemed such an inseparable 
part of her surroundings that it was difficult 
to think of her as a wage earner but as tho 
to refute the doubt that she could be such 
she said:— 

I should try interior decorations and fur¬ 
nishing, for the work is fascinating to me and 
I think it would be remunerative. Apropos 
of this we are intending to send a young 
woman East to learn the theory and prac¬ 
tice of decorative arts and designs in order to 
have instruction in this in the Art school. 

It seems to me there is a vast field for work 
for young women in this line if they can fit 
themselves for it, for there is a demand for 


those who can decorate and design and har¬ 
monize things. 

The demand is not as great as the need, as 
is evidenced by the countless times one comes 
in contact with that which grates upon the 
sensibilities. 

Mrs. Lily Gill Derby whose work for local 
papers several years ago demonstrated her 
ability as a writer especially as a critic, said: 

I should endeavor to maintain myself by 
writing for newspapers and magazines, for 
having had experience in this line, I would 
not feel hopelessly lost in it. But, it is work 
that demands not only preparation but hard 
unceasing effort that taxes physical and men¬ 
tal strength to such a degree that I might be 
unable to earn the mere necessities of life. 
In such case I should try reading, not such 
as is required of an elocutionist, but merely 
that which would be needed by those who for 
any reason are unable to read for themselves. 
This idea was suggested by my having been 
able in numerous instances to select that 
which was pleasing and interesting to others 
and read it in a satisfactory manner. 

Mrs. Gilbert Stewart whose unbounded in¬ 
terest in life and all that pertains to the high¬ 
est enjoyment, make it impossible for her to 
ever be anything but a young woman, no 
matter how many the years that shall be told, 
said with her usual charming simplicity: 

“I fear I should go to the wall unless I 
could get enough plain sewing to support 
myself or secure a place as housemaid, for 
the work for which I was once fitted, teach¬ 
ing — has become a profession that is be¬ 
yond me now, and I’m getting too old to 
learn new ways, especially where the require¬ 
ments are as manifold as they are in this pro¬ 
fession, at this period when we demand as 
instructors for our boys and girls the most 
thoroughly equipped men and women. 

Of course a woman must always consider 
her health and the strength she can bring to 
any task. If these are fairly good there is no 
reason why women who desire to do so may 
not find employment that will render them in¬ 
dependent. for always can they learn to do 
house work and always is there a demand for 
those who do this as it should be done. I 


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243 


know I could do it and if I should engage in 
this work I should try to be the best house¬ 
maid in Columbus. 

Mrs. Theodore Lindenberg replied: 

“Isn’t it odd that a long time ago I ques¬ 
tioned myself in a dreamy sort of way as 
to what I should do if confronted by the 
contingency to which you refer and decided 
that I should try to secure employment as a 
director of households, taking from the mis¬ 
tress of the house the worry of training maids 
and other domestics to perform their duties 
in a proper manner, for in America the 
woman who presides over a house must do 
this or be continually embarrassed by the 
blunders of those who are willing to do, but 
have never had the opportunity to learn the 
little things that render their services valua¬ 
ble; I should try to impart this knowledge 
and should if possible, assist in functions 
where the hostess would wish me to take 
from her the responsibility of giving a break¬ 
fast, dinner, luncheon or musicale, and so on, 
teaching the domestics to follow suggestions. 

In this way they might come to see the 
importance of training and strive for their 
own betterment.” 

Mrs. Lindenberg impresses one with the 
thought that her work even in earning her 
daily bread, would have in it much of the 

spirit expressed in the lines: — 

♦ 

“And no one shall work for money, and no 
one shall work for fame; 

But each for the love of working and each 
in his separate star— 

Shall paint the thing as he sees it, for the 
God of Things as They Are.” 

Mrs. William King Rogers whose musical 
education, much of which was acquired 
abroad, has fitted her for professional singing, 
said: 

“If I could I would engage in that for. 
which I have the greatest inclination and that 
for which I feel myself best equipped, but if 
this were not feasible, I would prefer house¬ 
work to the toil incident to factory or shop 
life. 

Mrs. Campbell Chittenden was just fin¬ 
ishing the loving task of dressing her boy 
for a party and was surveying him with the 
pardonable pride of a mother, when atten¬ 
tion was called to the fact that in the chances 
and changes of American life, it be necessary 
for her to solve the problem presented by 


being thrown upon her own resources. With 
regard to this she said: 

“I am not sufficiently proficient to teach 
or write or do anything of that sort, and altho 
I took a course in shorthand because some 
other girls were taking it, and it was deemed 
advisable for me to engage in some definite 
study or occupation. I could not do anything 
with this now, for altho it was easy to acquire 
all that is necessary to become a stenog¬ 
rapher. I had no inclination for that kind of 
work and never practiced it after I had fin¬ 
ished the course. There would be scarcely 
anything I could do aside from being a maid, 
and I don't suppose I could do the heavy 
work required in some places, but I might 
be able to secure a place where the maid’s 
duties would be light, answering the bell, 
taking care of bric-a-brac, arranging furniture 
and so on, and in some of those things I 
could give points to some maids who secure 
good, wages,” this with a charming smile that 
prevented her words having a tinge of dis¬ 
satisfaction. 

Mrs. George Hardy said : — 

“I have never decided upon any definite 
work, altho I appreciate the fact that a 
woman should do that which shall make her 
independent. In case circumstances make it 
imperative that she should be self-sustaining, 
and I fully agree with all that has been said 
and written concerning the importance of be¬ 
ing well equipped, even if one never has occa¬ 
sion to put it in practice what one may learn, 
for it gives a woman poise just to feel that 
she is qualified to work in certain lines. 

In meditative tones Mrs. Randolph Warner 
said: — 

“What would I do if suddenly thrown upon 
my own resources. I think I would be gov¬ 
erned by circumstances at the time so that it 
would be impossible for me to say. I would 
think of doing this or that. ^ The only point 
upon which I can be clear with regard to 
this question is that I would seek something 
for which I was qualified, and something that 
would pay, for if it came to where I had to 
earn money to maintain myself or others, I 
would be eminently practical, and I would 
sacrifice inclination in choosing an occupa¬ 
tion.” And Mrs. Warner’s beautiful face as^ 
sumed a resolute expression as tho she were 
already grappling with the difficulties that 
ever stand in the path of the woman whose 
shelter, food and clothing depend upon her 
own exertions.. 


LEO XIII. 




He hath built ten million altars 
In the hearts of fellowmen; 

And the incense that surrounds them 
Is his pity for all pain — 

His great pity and his fairness 
And his love for all the world, 

These could make great monarchs tremble 
When his powers of mind unfurled, 

For this “Prince of Peace” was tactful, 
Minds of men he understood, 

He could play them on life’s chessboard, 
But he used his power for good. 

He hath dwelt alone with millions 
Looking toward him every hour; 

'Tis solitude that brings the thought 
That transmits peace and power. 

From his marble halls of beauty 
He looked out o’er all the earth, 

Seeing clearly every duty — 

Watchful ever of soul birth; 

Standing on the heights of justice, 

His deep eyes could pierce the night 
Howe’er dark it stretched before him, 

And his thought could lead to light. 

He hath built a tomb more lovely 
Than the Taj Mahal of love 
In the hopes that he hath fostered, 

Hopes that lead to heights above; 

For in his vast halls of beauty 
’Mid his treasured works of art 
There hath dwelt the great, sweet pity 
That could comfort each sad heart. 
Electric currents from his thought 
Thrilled out through every zone 
Till the world’s heart throbbed responsive 
To one heart that throbbed in Rome. 

Yes, his thought thrilled loving currents 
So electric in their flame, 

They could pass his saintly vestments 
And the barriers of his name; 

Sweep in silence from the palace 
Till the souls that dwell alone 
Feel tonight, a benediction 
From that Grand Old Man in Rome. 


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Pope Leo. 



























































































































A DEMOCRATIC CONVENTION. 


In the forum stood the fighters, 

Well equipped for keenest thrust; 

They were wary in their tactics, 

They knew well the might of must. 

“Let the house now come to order,” 

Said the Chairman’s voice so mild, 

And the “House” gave back as answer 
Shouts of Indians fierce and wild. 

Calm, majestic, ’mid the tumult, 

Dr. Hewitt stood to pray; 

But the crowd at that convention 
Seemed to think it wouldn’t pay. 

“What the devil are they doing!” 

Said a stout man with a roar; 

One could hear his necktie coming 
Thirteen squares and then some more. 

“Pray, why pray?” asked one gaunt stranger, 
In his voice a weary note, 

“Prayer just keeps us that much longer, 

Do they think ’twill change the vote.” 
“Gentlemen, we must have order,” 

Came the accents, oh! so weak, 

And each man who caught his meaning 
Jumped up in his place to speak. 

There was Lentz, the foremost fighter 
For the Lentz, the John Lentz clan, 

But the worthless rabble passed him— 
Floated to another man. 

There was Johnson like a cushion, 

Springing up and down at touch; 

It was Johnson, Johnson, Johnson, 

Till a little seemed too much. 

Congressman-elect D. Badger 
Had a seat upon the stage, 

But he didn’t seem quite happy, 

He abhors the latest rage. 

William Thompson called for vengeance 
On Sam Patterson’s poor head, 

And the brimstone burning round him 
Held the gist of what he said. 

“Patterson, that Piketown pirate, 

Walked up there and got that through, 

And a Democratic meeting 
Let “Sam” tell it what to do. 


“Think of it in our convention 
They could pass that — — rule. 

My name comes right off the ticket; 
Think we’d better go to school.” 

Niles and Salen with companions 
Helped the beauty of the scene, 

George D. Jones and Harvey Garber 
Smiled o’er every threadworn theme; 
Huntington talked through a riot, 
Twenty speakers on the floor; 

Ingalls sought some semi quiet 
Near a fight back by the door. 

Colonel Taylor of the “old guard” 
Fought where’er the fight was wild, 

Dr. Gilliam scowled like thunder, 
Zimmerman ne’er spoke or smiled; 
“Jimmy” Ross it seemed saw silver 
Back of each portentous cloud, 

So in looks he seemed a cherub 
But he didn’t talk out loud. 

Fred J. Heer, amazed and doubtful, 
Seemed to wonder if his sight 
Hadn’t failed him at the outset 
Of that Democratic fight. 

Negley Cochran’s funnyisms 
Kept some humor floating round 
But the fighting never faltered 
Till the slain ones filled the ground. 

Allen Thurman in a shirt waist 
Seemed a lion in cobweb’s lair, 

Ulric Sloane, the Highland war horse, 
Tramped the boards of his own chair; 
This he used as his stage setting 
And he held his hearers well, 

Is there anyone regretting 
Burning words that flashed and fell? 

As their voices rang protesting 
’Gainst the men who ran the show, 
Who took time to tell their hearers 
All they knew and didn’t know? 

Just one speaker, slight of stature, 
Gained a point that seemed of worth — 
John G. Clark, who swayed his hearers 
Through his gift received at birth. 


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M. E. Ingalls. James Ross. 



Fred J. Heer. 

















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Voice and presence, both magnetic, 
Nature in a generous mood 
Dowered him thus to be a leader, 
Does he wise his power for good? 
Was it true or was it fancy 

One could feel through all the din 
Someone’s powerful necromancy 
That is sometimes known as “tin. 


Yes, it was a great convention 
Spite of all that critics say, 

Spite of all who lost their bearings 
And went down in that great fray, 
Spite of faces that were missing 
That one thought were always there, 
L. Bernard and all his fellows, 

Oh, their absence brought despair. 


Is it true or is it fancy 
Apple sass in tin has led 
Much that’s truer, nobler, rarer, 
Yes, ’tis true, all words are said. 



Tom Johnson. 


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John L. Zimmerman, 
Springfield, O. 


D. C. Badger. 



Frank B. Niles, 
Toledo O. 



Col. W. A. Taylor. 













WORD SNAP SHOTS 


Sometimes a jest, a trivial incident, a smile, 
a gesture or passing comment will portray an 
individual’s character better than the facts 
in biography or a long description of the 
habits, dress, manners and general life, just 
as a snap shot picture often gives a better idea 
of an individual’s appearance than a photo¬ 


graph. With this thought some word snap 
shots of people seen and heard at various 
times in different places are presented without 
attempting to follow any form or style or 
chronological order. They must be taken for 
what they are .—Snap Shots. 


HEARD IN THE ROTUNDA. 


If the pictures in the State House rotunda 
could speak, what stories they could tell of 
people and events. What infinite variety of 
subject would be theirs; for happiness and 
sorrow, virtue and crime, pathos and humor, 
wealth and poverty, comedy and tragedy, am¬ 
bition and despair, disaster and death, have 
been a part of the countless hosts that have 
surged by them through all the days and 
many of the nights of more than fifty years. 
Some who have passed the unchanging eyes 
of the pictures have been leaders in the na¬ 
tion councils, and these quite often have been 


in line with manual laborers; some in shabby 
garb from some lowly place have brushed 
against the opulent attired in silk and lace. 
Truly the State House "rotunda is a great 
Democratic thoroughfare, a great moving 
picture of the people. Interested in the con¬ 
templation of this moving picture, I have at 
various times paused to watch those who 
pass in endless procession. Perhaps too many 
hours have been spent in this time consuming 
diversion, but that it was an interesting one 
let the stories heard at such times be witness. 


SOME FORMER REPRESENTATIVES COME TO TOWN. 


“It’s largely a Democratic crowd that has 
met here today. I like this; minorities are al¬ 
ways more interesting than majorities. It’s 
much to make a good fight when sure of win¬ 
ning, but it’s sublime to make a splendid effort 
against overwhelming odds when chosen to 
contend for a cause as many of the Democrats 
have demonstrated. 

Foremost among the fighters is the Cuya¬ 
hoga delegation. There were strenuous scenes 
here when they got roused as was seen when 
Mr. Stage stood in the centre of the stage in 
such a blaze the blue lights are still flickering. 
You should have been here then. The papers 
gave graphic accounts of the affairs, but there’s 
such a difference between seeing things in 
print and feeling them vibrate through one’s 
nerves. 

“Who’s that gentleman with dark wavy 
hair, wearing glasses? I mean the one with 
such a serious expression.” 

“That’s Mr. Stage of Cleveland. But his 
face is not always serious. You should see 
him when he becomes enthusiastic in denounc¬ 
ing some measure. The play of his features 
is wonderful and the ’•apidity with which he 
pours forth his words reminds one of Dr. 


Gordy of the University Faculty, formerly 
of the Athens University, who when once fair¬ 
ly started could twist his lips around more 
words in five minutes than the ordinary man 
could in fifty.” 

“Is Mr. Stage one of the bachelors that you 
say so many nice things about him?” 

“I don’t know. Can’t one admire a public 
man without inquiring if lie’s married or not? 
Don’t bring your country ideas to town, my 
dear. “There’s another fine looking man, Mr. 
Meisel, and he is considered one of the best 
speakers in the House. He is resourceful in his 
replies and his intensity and fearlessness are 
effective.” 

“ ‘Hit him with a bill book,’ is a title he 
won for himself during one of Mr. Stage’s 
storm scenes last winter, when he gave this 
advice to his friend. 

“Hear that laugh? It’s contagious, isn’t it? 
That’s Mr. Dunlap, author of the Primary 
Election bill, which was said to have been one 
of the best introduced last session. 

Mr. Dunlap isn’t remarkable for good looks 
but his breezy manner and contagious laugh 
makes him a welcome addition to any group. 
He seems to enjoy everything in which he 


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engages, whether it’s a war of words or a 
game of ball. There’s a snap about his state¬ 
ments that generally brings a smile, and one 
who can do that is generally worth while in 
this day when smiles are not “mode.” 

I don’t know Mr. Dunlap personally but 
I like him. 

“How do you know you do?” 

Because the newsboys like him. Three of 
them took possession of him last night in 
one of the corridors and after a romp that 
ended in a grand mix-up of statesman afld 
boys, he bought a paper from each one and 
escaped before they had a chance to make 
change that three pair of little hands were 
industriously engaged in counting. Mr. Dun¬ 
lap took his degree as a general good fellow 
that moment. 

Perhaps you know that gentleman, Dr. 
Rannels, of McArthur, for he’s the brother of 
one of your friends, Mrs. Cora Poston, of 
Nelsonville. He was one of the quiet but 
very influential members of the last Legis¬ 
lature. Near him stands a gentleman who 
was called the “Fighting Parson,” Mr. Gar¬ 
rison. He is always , fluent and forceful and 
when in earnest, his voice seems to cut the 
air. He was one of the strongest characters 
in the House. 

“Do you see that extremely quiet looking 
man. You’d hardly believe what an acquaint¬ 
ance told me in strict confidence and that was 
that Mr. Selzer is an all round, up-to-date, 
best brand of cigar, box at the opera, money 
was made to spend, man, so I take it that 
he’s a man of affairs, abreast of the times, 
cultivated in his tastes and lavish in ex¬ 
penditures.” 

The Cuyahoga men are all Democrats not 
only in a political but social way and there’s 
genuine fellowship of feeling among them 
altho they represent such varied walks of life. 
Aside from the farmers and lawyers who pre¬ 
dominate, there's Mr. Bell, a locomotive fire¬ 
man, and Mr. Kinney, a metal polisher, Mr. 
Coughlin, manager of a trust company. Mr. 
Bell and Mr. Kinney have the straightforward 
speech, honesty of purpose and sincerity of 
manner so valuable to men whose interests 
they represent. Mr. Coughlin does not often 
take part in debate, but when interested speaks 
decisively and leaves a good impression. He 
has a good voice and used to lead the singing 
in the House when many met there in the 
evenings in a semi-social way. 

This must be a reunion of both sides of the 


House, for there are several Republicans 
among the visitors. There's Mr. Comings of 
Lorain, former Speaker pro tern., one of the 
strongest Republicans in the House. He was 
the author of the municipal code bill that died 
so hard last winter. His views of the present 
one are given much consideration. During the 
strenuous times incident to the Cleveland Park 
bill he received the soubriquet of “Guardian 
Angel” and the name clings to him. 

As to angels one may not know, but as 
guardian of men or measures he’s a man to be 
trusted. As you see, truth is stamped upon 
his face and those who know him best assert 
that his most bitter enemy would not doubt 
his fairness. He is a living witness of the 
power of character, for the instant one meets 
his glance faith in his integrity is established. 

“Notice that gentleman passing there. Whom 
do you think he resembles?” 

“President Roosevelt.” 

Just what I think, that’s Representative Beal 
of local option fame. The other gentleman is 
Mr. Willis of Hardin. He's a teacher and 
must be a popular one, for he’s good humor 
personified. 

There’s- a man who appreciates his position 
and the public appreciates him. That’s Repre¬ 
sentative McNamee. He'd like to gain a repu¬ 
tation as a humorist but he never becomes of¬ 
fensive like some would-be humorists. His 
chief characterstic is his persistency. 

Dr. Howey, who is listening so intently to 
what others are saying, was one of the most 
quiet members, but he brought himself well 
before the limelights on the last day of the 
last session, for just as Mr. McKinnon was 
being presented with a ring he seemed to 
think the occasion demanded something strenu¬ 
ous and took himself and his chair to the 
floor with a crash that must have been heard 
in the Vendome. 

That gentleman who seems to be everyone s 
friend from the cordial greetings he receives 
on all sides is Sen. Dunham. He also is re¬ 
membered as one of the group that stamped 
the Seventy-fifth as being at least slightly 
different from the ordinary Assembly. 

“There’s Mr. Brumbaugh, who was leader 
of the Democrats in the House. He is very 
keen in debate. He doesn't assume import¬ 
ance but when occasion demands it he can 
use his power effectively.” He's a Harvard 
man. 

Near the picture of the “Fighting Mc- 
Cooks” is Judge Reynolds, former Speaker 


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of the House, who fulfilled the duties of that 
exacting position with the tact of a gentle¬ 
man, the fairness of the unprejudiced jurist. 

Judge Reynolds’ gentlemanly qualities, his 
well trained mind and the fearless manner in 
which he advocates the right of a question as 
he sees it, win the good will and esteem of 
all who meet him. He is extraordinarily 
fond of boys and as Speaker made life friends 
of many of the pages by his interest in their 
pursuits and pleasures, interest that demon¬ 
strated that he had not forgotten that he was 
once a boy. 

Martin Duval, one of the young men as¬ 
cending the steps is ascending rapidly in an¬ 
other sense, for he has won recognition as a 
remarkably good speaker and as a young man 
whose quiet, unassuming manner has back of 
it the force of a leader. He speaks with the 
eloquence of one dominated by high and 
earnest purposes. 

Mr. Duval was a student at the O. S. U. 
while he was a Representative. 

That chin is a regular challenge, isn't it? 
Oran F. Hypes of Springfield is the owner 
of it, and it’s an absolute fact one always sees 
Mr. Hypes’ chin before one sees him. If 
there’s anything in physiognomy lie’s the pos¬ 
sessor of an indomitable will. He too, was 
one of the younger members of the last Gen¬ 
eral Assembly, ncted for his energy and quick- 
grasp of the points involved in a measure. 

SOME 

“Notice that young man with the round, 
pleasant face? That’s Senator Foraker’s son, 
Benson.” 

“Resembles his father, doesn’t he. 

"Not so much as his mother or his grand¬ 
father on the maternal side, Hon. Hezikiah 
Bundy, a man whose character was such that 
men of today in all the whirl of affairs pause 
at the mention of his name to render homage 
to one of nature’s noblemen. Another grand¬ 
son of his was here a short time ago. Will. 
Bundy, of Cincinnati, who is splendidly 
equipped by gifts and training for a brilliant 
career, but he doesn’t impress one as did his 
grandfather.” 

“Perhaps in the fullness of time.” 

“Nay, nay, never. Their grandfather had 
some attribute of mind or heart these young 
men do not possess, but doesn’t it seem 


Judge Reynolds, Mr. Duval, and Mr. 
Hypes are Republicans, but there’s a 
Democrat and one of the most popular men 
in the state, William M. Denman, banker and 
physician. His presence here as elsewhere is 
felt at once for he brings a hopeful invigor¬ 
ating atmosphere. Dr. Denman is certainly 
a man of affairs for aside from being Presi¬ 
dent of the West Union Banking Company, 
President of the Brady Fire Insurance Com¬ 
pany, he is extensively interested in farming, 
also in a brick and tile manufacturing plant 
of which he is the owner and has practiced 
for more than a score of years the profes¬ 
sion for which he is so eminently qualified. 

It would seem that his mere presence in a 
sick room would be beneficial. It’s good to 
see a man with sincerity of character and 
faith in his fellowmen written in each linea¬ 
ment of his face. 

Have you noticed that the majority of the 
men who served in the Assembly have clean 
shaven faces? That must have been he rea¬ 
son that it was said to be composed of bet¬ 
ter looking men than any body that has been 
here for years, for even the slightest growth 
of hair on a man’s face detracts from his ap¬ 
pearance. It brings an animal look to the 
finest features. 

Wasn’t it George Eliot who expressed that 
thought in one of her novels? 

OTHERS. 

odd that while we were speaking of the 
grandson of one of Ohio’s distinguished sons, 
the sons of two of Ohio’s greatest men should 
be standing near us. That man of massive 
build with the silver hair is Allen Thurman. 

“Yes, he’s a son of the ‘Old Roman’ and 
gives to this generation a faint idea of the 
greatness of his father. He has learning and 
power above the ordinary, but the light from 
these is dimmed by the radiance reflected by 
his father’s memory, so being the son of a 
great man has its disadvantages. Now, there’s 
Senator Garfield, that gentleman with the 
slight dark moustache that partly conceals 
his best feature. He is continually being 
compared with his father with the shrug that 
means ‘weighed in the balance and found 
wanting; that is they cannot live up to the 
standard of greatness fixed by their sires.” 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 




PIETRO CUNEO. 


“Yes, his native land is told in his name and 
back to that land of song and sunshine and 
elemental loves he is preparing to go, for he 
was recently appointed United States Consul 
to Turin. When he came here from Italy he 
landed in New York a penniless boy. That 
he has never forgotten that he was a boy is 
proven by his interest in the lads whom he 
meets casually. Illustrative of this interest, 
durirg the last campaign while at Republican 
State Headquarters, he became attached to a 
lad who worked there to such a degree that 
he spent much spare time in searching 


through his belongings for odds and ends 
he had picked up here and there in order that 
he might make his young friend happy with 
the gifts so dear to boyhood, for each trifle 
was invested with the value that attaches to 
that which has been associated with interest¬ 
ing places or people. But a better proof that 
he remembered being a boy was the fact that 
when they — as they frequently did — went to 
their meals together he insisted upon his young 
frier d sharing his favorite eatables, water¬ 
melon and oysters in their season. 


FLOWER FROM A Hl.RO’S CASKET 


You’d never imagine where that little sprig 
of green was obtained. It was taken from the 
casket of General Lawton which you remem¬ 
ber was viewed by thousands at the Union 
Station while it was being conveyed from 
the Phillipines. It wasn’t secured by vol¬ 
untary vandalism, but carelessly taken from 
the casket by a small boy as he passed the 
bier of the illustrious warrior. After it was 
too late to replace it the spray was displayed 
by the boy who attached no special significance 
to what he had acquired and was all uncon¬ 
scious that he had taken that which it were 
sacrilege to touch. 

Did you ever see anything more exquisitely 


delicate than its fragile, threadlike parts? It 
has been preserved perfectly in a glass 
box. Lovely as it is it has not been classified. 
Reminds one of dream flowers. It may be 
Some species of moss, but whatever it is each 
little fibre of it and countless leaves and flow¬ 
ers that formed a canopy above that soldier’s 
final couch of rest were priceless, if taken as 
the measure of his valor or the country’s loss 
when he, three thousand miles away, fell 
’neath the flag, that with fairest gifts of na¬ 
ture formed fitting covering for the hero heart 
that gave in service of his country the last 
full measure of devotion. 


ODD NAME. 


Hagar? An odd name yes, but it has a 
slightly familiar sound through the geogra¬ 
phical name Hagertown. That young gentle¬ 
man presents one of the anomalies of life, 
for possessed of a classical education, versed 
in a dozen languages, reading Sanscrit and 
Greek with the ardor of a scholar, speaking 
and reading German and French as fluently 
as English, familiar with the origin of words 
that have almost forgotten their own his¬ 


tory, a devoted student of science, mathematics, 
philosophy, with extraordinary appreciation 
of the drama, art music and literature, he 
is a clerk in the Bureau of the State Board 
of Charities. 

This department under Secretary Shirer 
has as its ideal not temporary alleviation of 
distress, but betterment of conditions of a 
permanent character, and in this work Mr. 
Hagaar is intensely interested. 







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A MOTHERLY FACE. 


What a motherly face that woman has! 
True, but she isn’t a mother, she is one 
of the most delightful of our professional 
women, Miss Margaret Sutherland, who is 
a tireless worker for the good of others and 
one of the best beloved teachers in Colum¬ 
bus. 


Miss Sutherland is a teacher of Psychology 
in t he Normal school and is thoroughly 
equipped for her work, a close student of 
Shakespeare and of literature and life in 
general. 


CONVENTION IN CIVIL WAR TIMES. 


A few days ago “Judge” Si Field, in rem- 
reminiscent mood, speaking to a newspaper 
writer of Republican conventions, mentioned 
many people of more than passing interest. 
Among other things he said: 

“The largest convention held here was June 
17, 1863, when John Borough was nominated 
over Governor David Tod in the old Athe¬ 
naeum, where the Grand Opera House now 
stands. I think there were twenty thousand 
strangers in town then; it was in the midst 
of the Civil War and feeling was intense. Re¬ 
publicans and Democrats both supported Lin¬ 
coln. We were disappointed when Brough 
defeated Governor Tod by a vote of 216 to 


193. Some trouble with regard to some of 
Tod’s appointments caused Murat Halstead, 
editor of the old Cincinnati Commercial Tri¬ 
bune, to bring out Brough, who was at that 
time connected with the Bellefontaine and 
Indiana Railway, for governor, at a big mass 
meeting in Marietta, over which the late Sam¬ 
uel Galloway presided. 

“It has been arranged to hold the meeting 
on the East Terrace of the State House, but 
that idea was abandoned and the delegates as¬ 
sembled at the Athenaeum. The week before 
Clement Vallandingham had been nominated 
for governor on that terrace.” 


ELM ROCK. 


You’ve been spending some weeks in the 
Hocking Valley and were surprised by the 
beauty of the scenery Why should you be 
when world travelers have declared it rivalled 
anything in Europe not even excepting the 
scenery of Switzerland. Rock House and 
other cave and natural wonders in that vicin¬ 
ity have become familiar to the public through 
the enterprise of Col. Remple and others, 
but one of the greatest freaks of nature in 
another part of that region is so well known 
to the people there that attention is seldom 
called to it and altho in sight of the Hock¬ 
ing Valley railway it escapes the notice of 
strangers. Its name, Elm Rock, is as sig¬ 
nificant as it is beautiful for it actually re¬ 
fers to an elm that has grown through a solid 
rock. 

In former years the rock entirely surrounded 
the tree but the roots in growth split the rock 
as smoothly as tho it had been chiseled and 


now a third of the tree is visible as far down 
as the ground. The rock is thirty feet high 
and forty feet in diameter and the base of it 
extends almost to the old Hocking canal. 

The tree is beginning to decay now but 
sometime some interested individual may try 
to fathom the mystery of this phenomenal 
growth, but however this may be all can 
learn a lesson it furnishes. If a tree could 
overcome such barriers .to its progress why 
should an individual be discouraged by any 
environment however crushing? 

If you should ever go down in the Valley 
again get some old resident to tell you the 
Indian legend connected with that tree rock 
or the rock tree. It would sound like a fairy 
tale if told elsewhere, but there especially in 
October when the high hills are surrounded 
by soft purple lights it will seem very true 
and one can almost see the white brave and 
the Indian maid whose love made the story. 







YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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THE PASSING SHOW. 


It is not probable that the people of a future 
generation will ever see so picturesque, so 
superb a figure as the star attraction in that 
brilliant calvacade where Indians, cowboys, 
soldiers of America, Mexico, Germany, the 
dashing cavalry of France, Irish dragoons and 
the Russian Cossacks formed a glittering 
moving mass of fine horsemen, wonderful 
riders, but where one form commanded more 
attention than all the hundreds who swept 
along the streets, for when Buffalo Bill rides 
by all others are obscured. 

It is said no one ever described Buffalo 
Bill on horse because no one ever could but 
for that matter could any one give adequate 
description of him anywhere? 

So far as known, the best portrayal of him 
was furnished by a London newspaper writer, 
while the great metropolis was viewing with 
amazement the unparalleled achievement of 
this border hero, who gave to them an ex¬ 
hibition of international import by showing 
them the life of our frontier with genuine 
■characters enacting all the wild, thrilling dan¬ 
gers, the desperate struggles of its settlement. 

“Buffalo Bill” or the Hon. William F. Cody 
as he is less well known, carried our border 
life three thousand miles and placed it be¬ 
fore eyes that had grown weary of old world 
scenes. He presented to their vision all 
things new but nothing so absorbingly inter¬ 
esting as himself. But as he was seen there 


thousands in both continents have seen him 
as is shown by the picture given. 

He is the complete restoration of the Cen¬ 
taur. No one who ever saw him so ade¬ 
quately fulfills to the eye all the conditions 
of picturesque beauty, absolute grace and 
perfect identity with his animal. 

If an artist or a riding master had wished 
to mold a living ideal of romantic equestrian- 
ship, containing in outline and action the 
Henry of Navarre, the Americanism of Cus¬ 
ter, the automatic majesty of the Indian and 
the general cussedness of the cowboy, he 
would have measured Buffalo Bill. He is the 
only man I ever saw who rides as if he 
couldn’t help it, motion swings into music 
with him in the saddle and the soldier and 
the sculptor have jointly com'e together in his 
act.” 

He of whom this was written, the man 
whom royalty delighted to honor, rides as 
gracefully, as easily today as then, and tho 
the lines are deepening on his face, tho his 
hair is thickly sprinkled with the frost of 
years, the eyes so sensed to seeing as a scout, 
are still as keen, the hand that speeds a 
bullet to its aim as sure and the soldier scout 
in the saddle is still the superb, the supreme 
rider of all times. It were well if some 
sculptor worthy of the subject should seize 
the opportunity presented while he is still a 
part of the “Passing Show.” 



Buffalo Bill. 







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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


DISTINGUISHED WRITER IN THE LIBRARY. 


“Behold one of Ohio’s great men,” said Miss 
Helen Wright, glancing at a short, compactly 
built man. 

“Who is he?” 

“William Dean Howells,” was the reply. 

The distinguished author does not resemble 
the mental picture formed of him, for one ex¬ 
pects to see a man of more striking appearance, 
one with at least a few of the usual indices 
of a writer, but there are none, for Mr. How¬ 
ells would milch more readily pass for a rich 
and well groomed banker. He’s past middle 
life, past middle age and of short, compact 
figure with the face of a man with whom 
things have gone smooth and even. 

This description of Mr. Howell was given 


after he had left the library. A gentleman 
who had heard the words turned to the 
speaker and in the tone of those who have 
arrived at an age when looking backward 
affords more pleasure than plunging forward, 
said: 

“One never sees Mr. Howell without re¬ 
calling the name of another distinguished Ohio 
writer, John James Piatt, for one involuntarily 
thinks of the “Poems of Two Friends.” 

Apropos of this I have a clipping relating 
to this same book of verse. Perhaps you’ve 
read it as it’s from the pen of one of your 
best beloved scribes, William A. Taylor. No? 
Well it's impossible to present the picture in 
any but his words, so read his story ! 


“ POEMS OF TWO FRIENDS.” 


The announcement that Mr. John James 
Piatt, the distinguished American poet, will 
on Monday evening next, at 8 o’clock, give 
readings from Mrs. Piatt’s poems and his 
own, at the Broad Street Congregational 
chapel, will recall to more than two scores 
of our oldest and most highly respected 
citizens the faces of two young men whom, 
just a half century ago, were to be met on 
the streets of Columbus and whose literary 
genius at that time not only charmed the 
people of Ohio’s capital, but attracted atten¬ 
tion far and wide. 

One of them live3 in bucolic retirement at 
classic and historic North Bend, O., the 
former home of the first President Harrison ; 
the other has editorial charge of Harper & 
Brothers’ publications. 

They were John James Piatt, poet and 
philosophic writer, and William Dean Howells, 
poet and novelist. They were engaged in 
newspaper work in those days and were so 
congenial that the bond of a life long brother¬ 
hood grew up between them, the fibers of 
which show no signs of disintegration. 

These two young men not only did their 


newspaper work well, but they were so highly 
endowed mentally that they began in the very 
apprenticeship of their lives to lay the founda¬ 
tion of their future literary fame. 

Here it was that they spent their off hours 
in launching their first ambitious literary 
venture, a little volume entitled, "Poems of 
Two Friends.” That literary shallop set sail 
in the fifties of the last century, and it sailed 
into the hearts of the lovers of American and 
English literature, everywhere and is still 
sailing on an even keel. 

Men — young men, too — like William G. 
Deshler and P. W. Huntington, who were the 
chums of “John” and “Bill” in those old days, 
renew their youth every time the two dis¬ 
tinguished literati come to town, as they 
often do, becomingly and modestly. And how 
fortunate, indeed, that Piatt has at last been 
induced to greet his cld friends and his count¬ 
less new ones on the stage in this, his former 
home. And the next time that Howells 
comes we will expect as much from him. 

W. A. T. 


“Beautiful isn’t it?” 
“Yes. a little gem. 
given the imagination. 


What a picture he has 
Just think of the men 


whom he mentioned 
fifty years ago. It 
Mr. Deshler as he 


as “chums” more than 
seems odd to think of 
walks about town now. 






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without his inseparable companion, his cane, 
or Mr. Howell as he just now appeared, as 
‘boys.’ Then Mr. Piatt, who never seemed 
young. (Mr. and Mrs. Piatt had rooms in the 
same house where I stopped, so I know some¬ 
thing about him) and Mr. Huntington, tho 
built on the fortress plan, to withstand the 
assaults of time, was he ever a slender, smooth 
faced youth who went up the steps three at a 


jump. Col. Taylor says, every time these men 
meet they renew their youth. Perhaps they 
do, in a sense, but didn’t Stevenson get 
nearer the heart of their feeling when he 
wrote: 

1 he eternal dawn without a doubt, 

Shall break o’er sea and hill and plain, 
And put all stars and candles out, 

Ere we be young again. 


COL. FURAY—HER FATHER’S FRIEND. 


“Yes, Eve known Col. Furay a long time,” 
said a woman in reply to a question addressed 
to her by a friend who had just turned from 
contemplating the State House squirrels who 
are the recipients of much attention from the 
veteran journalist. “I first met him,” she re¬ 
sumed, “at an editorial convention held in 
Athens before the Insane Asylum was built 
there. I was young then,” this with a sweet 
smile while the faintest tinge of pink swept 
across the ivory of one of the most attractive 
faces in Columbus — a face that tells of good 
birth, gentle training and intelligence of a 
high order. 

The dark, expressive eyes of the speaker 
became reminiscent as she continued : 

“I recall that occasion very vividly, for it 
was the first time my father, who was an edi¬ 
tor, had permitted me to accompany him to 
any such gathering and it was there I first 
met many of our most prominent men, among 
them Thomas Ewing, the second, who made 
the address at the banquet, Allen O. Myers 
and General Grosvenor, whose hair and beard 
were brown then. The banquet was held at a 
new hotel that was unfinished — yes, I think 
it was the Warren House — and there were 
no lights in the room assigned me. Much 
disturbed, I went down stairs to see if they 
expected a girl to dress for her first banquet 
in the dark. The first person encountered 
chanced to be General Grosvenor, who listened 


attentively to my trouble story and promised 
that I should have light supplied at once. I 
was too young to be embarrassed when I re¬ 
flected that I had impressed the distinguished 
general into my service, taking what he did 
as a matter of course. 

“Afterward I became well acquainted with 
many of the men I met there and Col. Furay 
taught me to play whist. He said in the be¬ 
ginning he wished me to be a good player as 
he expected to play with me frequently and 
did not wish to be bored. My lover? Oh, no; 
I did not have lovers. Col. Furay and Mr. 
Myers were very good friends of my father, 
so I became well acquainted with them,” the 
pink tint of her face deepening. 

How pretty she was, this woman of a period 
that has passed. That blush suggested a 
romance similar to those that are so often 
buried in old chests containing bridal robes 
that were never used, but about which cling 
sweeter far than orange blossoms’ fragrance, 
the odor of lavender and roses. 

Was this thought of a buried romance only 
fancy? Perhaps, but in days when most young 
women have forgotten to blush if they 
ever knew how, it seems odd that a 
woman who remembers when General Gros- 
venor’s hair was brown should blush at the 
mention of a man as a possible lover who had 
only been her father’s friend a third of a 
century ago. 


17 . Y. & Y. F. 




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Col. W. S. Furay. 






YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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. - 1 , 

MOST PICTURESQUE PERSONALITY IN AMERICA. 


Into the local room he came; a straight, tall 
figure that proclaimed a one time magnifi¬ 
cent physique, with long white hair floating 
over his shoulders and noble forehead and 
great brilliant eyes that glowed with the un¬ 
natural fire that tells the saddest .story known 
to mortals. 

But altho the great eyes flashed wildly the 
presence of the picturesque stranger brought 
no fear of violence, for his bearing was such 
as to insure respectful attention rather than 
alarm. 

After a few moments he advanced to my 
desk and looked at me intently as tho he 
thought I should take the initiative in speak¬ 
ing. When I did not, he said : 

“I have something important I wish to ap¬ 
pear in the paper in the morning. The men 
don’t use the information I give them as they 
should. Now if I tell you will you see that 
what I say is used properly.” 

This was said in a singularly impressive 
tone as tho what he had to say were of the 
greatest importance. 

“Wouldn't it be better for you to write your 
story?” I suggested. “I might not report you 
right.” 

With a word of thanks the unknown took 
the pad and pencil proffered and seating him¬ 
self at a desk began to write in the manner 
of one accustomed to a newspaper office, the 
manner difficult to describe and impossible 
to imitate. 

While my caller wrote I had opportunity to 
observe him more closely and with increasing 
interest; each moment deepened the impres¬ 
sion that he had once possessed extraordinary 
power, for brow and bearing and physique 
marked him one born the masses to command, 
with a look, a tone or motion, but somewhere, 


somehow all that he had been fitted to do and 
be, had been lost. 

There remained but the wreck of a once 
splendid physical and mental manhood, but 
this could not be regarded with pity ordinari¬ 
ly evoked by affliction, it compelled the pro¬ 
found reverential awe with which we gaze 
upon that which is majestic even in ruin. 

What had wrecked intellect and ex¬ 
tinguished the light of reason in those won¬ 
derful eyes? What shock had shattered the 
mind, or what study, what desire to know the 
unknowable had carried him to realms where 
the finite mind is dazzled by the brilliancy of 
that which is to be. As if given psychic sense 
of my thought he turned and said : 

"When the veil is lifted and the pressure 
removed the millennium will have come,” and 
by these words I knew him as the “Immortal 
J. N., ' the individual known in every news¬ 
paper office and on every railroad in the coun¬ 
try, and perhaps as romantic and picturesque 
and mysterious a character as is known on any 
continent; for, altho there are conflicting sto¬ 
ries as to that which robbed him of his mental 
poise none may say that any of these were 
true. 

Who knows the cause ? 

Where is the alienist who can say positively 
that one who is insane talks of that which 
brought the insanity? In delirium cf fever 
do men and women babble most of the strong, 
deep interests of later life, or of some hill that 
first they climbed, some running brooks be¬ 
sides the banks of which they played or some 
trivial incident of earlier years. 

“Immortal J. N.,” veiled indeed to others 
is that which meets thy gaze, but who shall 
say thou hast not truer vision than the shal¬ 
low who smile at thy words. 


And if you have lived in a royal way 
In some dear dead halcyon past, 

Let its memory gild your latest day 
And be royal unto the last; 

Ay, tho brain grow dull and your powers was dim. 
Till the shallow sneer at your cause, 

From the lonely height of your sad “Have been” 
Look down on the tribe “Never Was.” 


—Lines from unpublished verse, “Colors Flying.” 




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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


“GET READY FOR THE END OF THE WORLD.” 


Did that cry startle you? Columbus people 
arc accustomed to it. For many years, that gen¬ 
tleman, Mr. Willard P. Walters, has been 
calling, “Get ready for the end of the 
world,” but some way Columbus and the 
old world move along without making any 
special preparation for the interesting event 
he predicts. No, I’m not making light of the 
man. He’s not a man whom one could ridi¬ 
cule. He’s too earnest, too sincere in his 
purpose too thoroughly a believer in what he 
proclaims to meet with light treatment. 

Mr. Walters is a Seventh Day Adventist 
and seems to have practiced what he preaches 
in the warning that he sounds to the careless 
crowd that surges steadily on in search of 
pleasure rather than the peace that seems to 
be part of this man who appears “ready.” 

“Get ready for the end of the world.” 
What a solemn meaning there is in those few 
words! The close of everything. No, don’t 
think of it, let’s forget it. If we don’t this 
old world will seem a charnel house. Odd, 
isn’t it, but that warning always recalls Ib¬ 
sen’s novels. 

The remote possibility of such a contingency 


doesn’t effect one, but if it loomed near, what 
chaos would ensue, what world-wide paralysis; 
religion, science, poetry, even history, would 
lose meaning, and all humanity would in 
thought echo the death song of antiquity — 
Solvet Saeculum in Favilla. 

So it seems well that we do not fear, that 
we even smile at the dramatic conception of 
the end of the world by some great cat¬ 
astrophe and shrug our shoulders indiffer¬ 
ently when we are confronted with the fact 
that through the law of gravitation, whereby 
every particle of matter, subject to law, will 
have attained the most stable position possible, 
the earth will be reduced to an absolute 
level with an absence of water; for what mat¬ 
ters lack of water on the globe a million 
years from now ; of far more consequence the 
weather of today when it’s raining and we 
lack an umbrella; and who cares a rap if 
humanity reaches its apogee and the world 
ceases to be inhabited a million years hence, 
when there’s all the interest of a political 
campaign upon us and we wish to know, 
"Who’ll be the next president?” 


THE PRIDE OF THE STATE. 


More than ordinarily interesting was a re¬ 
cent caller in the State Journal local room. 
He entered through an open window and 
holding up two dark little paws, turned his 
head on one side in the saucy manner of 
those sure of a welcome, evidently expecting 
that this would be manifested in some way. 
Only for an instant did he maintain this atti¬ 
tude, then he darted out the window and sped 
along a thin wire to the building opposite 
where he paused and looked back. 

His jaunty manner had disappeared. There 
was a little droop to the head that seemed 
oddly out of place, for he is one of the state’s 
pets and ordinarily possesses all the arro¬ 
gance of his kind. But there was cause for 
his changed demeanor. The young woman 
who had been supplying him with nuts had 
gone home earlier than usual and had forgot¬ 
ten the task that had devolved upon her 
through an editorial writer having fed 


the little creature regularly at that hour for 
a long time. Attention had been called to the 
advent and departure of the visitor and for 
a moment the activities of the office were 
slackened perceptibly. 

“Poor little fellow,” said a sweet voiced girl, 
as she looked across at him with sympathetic 
eyes. "He had all that long journey for noth¬ 
ing. How disappointed he must be.” 

Silhouetted against the grey of the evening 
sky the tiny form seemed symbolical 
of the pathos that shadows the lives of many 
who enter newspaper offices with hopes that 
are limited only by the boundaries of imagi¬ 
nation, if such exist, but which so often are 
doomed to die in the dtist of humiliation or 
the stagnant pools of despair. 

The squirrel’s body blended with the shad¬ 
ows of the coming night, then was lost in them 
while the whirl of machinery below recalled 
thought to duties. 





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Disappointed he had been, but not disheart¬ 
ened, for the next evening he came again, but 
again not a nut in sight. In mute entreaty the 
little paws were held up to the oldest mem¬ 
ber of the staff one of the “Boys in Blue.” 
Trained in two fields that require daring, the 
veteran in both demonstrated the worth of 
tiaining, for he promptly went on a foraging 
expedition and in a moment placed in the 
paws of the little suppliant the largest nut in 
the store of supplies. 

Away went the squirrel and as he frisked 
over the wires one could but think of how 


these little creatures have ingratiated them¬ 
selves in the hearts of the people of the 
entire state, presenting an object lesson for 
the entire world. For where in all the world 
arc there pets like these that are cherished 
and guarded by all the people of a great state, 
not one of whom would not resent as a per¬ 
sonal grievance any attempt to displace them; 
and what among all the treasures of great 
states or kingdoms is as priceless as one of 
these if we count as most precious that which 
gives greatest pleasure to the greatest number. 


J. S. Tunison. 

Editorial Writer on Ohio State Journal. 


The Pride of the State. 
















262 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


WHAT'S IN A NAME? 


What’s in a name? Much or little accord¬ 
ing to the name and the individual that bears 
it. I never hear the name “Larry” Neal with¬ 
out instant thought of Tom Moore for each 
name is suggestive of the lighthearted irre¬ 
sistible infectious gayety of the Irish. 

Those who know Mr. Neal know that he 
possesses something of Moore’s great distinc¬ 
tion of making friends and giving pleasure to 
all sorts and conditions of men, having in 
himself the spirit of enjoyment that makes 
men popular in club or drawing room or on 
the hustings. 

But Mr. Neal’s life has not been what his 
buoyant spirit would indicate. For tho he 
is today one of the wealthiest and most suc¬ 
cessful attorneys in the state, there was a 
time when his life was surrounded by such 
sordid, hard realities as would seem insur¬ 
mountable obstacles to most young men of 
today who have not as a rule the iron con¬ 
stitutions that would permit them to do as 
did this big, strong, built for endurance, man 
who had a feeling of fellowship with suffering, 
striving humanity that is better understood 
when one has heard Mr. Neal describe that 
other time. In this connection his words 
were: 

“I can sympathize with those who have to 
earn money to pursue their studies for when I 
began the study of law I worked in grocery 
store for $1.50 per week and did all sorts of 
work in order to make a few dollars.” 

What an object lesson to the young men of 
today is this man who despite such adverse 


circumstances secured an education, served in 
the General Assembly and was elected to Con¬ 
gress when so youthful in appearance that 
James G. Blaine, the speaker, hesitated about 
having him admitted until satisfied that he 
was twenty-five. With the exception of 
Charles D. Martin of Lancaster, Mr. Neal 
is the youngest member ever elected to that 
body. 

Mr. Neal was also the youngest member of 
the House when he was in the General As¬ 
sembly, but he was a leader of his party and 
had the pleasure of voting for that grand old 
statesman Allen G. Thurman to succeed 
United States Senator Hon. B. F. Wade. 

But above all his attainments that which is 
most admired in Mr. Neal is his stainless truth 
and his loyalty to his friends. These were 
exemplified when because his word was 
pledged to a friend he would not accept the 
dazzling prize of a Vice Presidency when 
Governor Flower and Burke Cockran begged 
him to accept the nomination. 

Since his defeat as candidate for Governor 
Mr. Neal has devoted himself to his profes¬ 
sion in which he has won eminence. 

He first became prominent at the bar in the 
Blackburn Lovell Tragedy one of the greatest 
criminal cases on record. Mr. Neal was the 
prosecutor and had aligned against him such 
legal lights as were represented by the names 
James W. Fitzgerald, Hon. George M. Pugh, 
Judge James Sloane, Hon. H. L. Dickey, S. L. 
Wallace, Thomas Beach, and Charles H. 
Blackburn, brother of the prisoner. 



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L. T. Neal 














264 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


JUDGE OWEN’S SMILE. 


“If ever true nobility was stamped upon a 
face, one sees it there,” said a gentleman, 
as his eyes followed the retreating form of 
former Chief Justice Selwyn N. Owen, whose 
smile as he paused to give greeting to a friend 
was like the glow of a waxen taper subdued 
yet illuminating all the surroundings, for it 
seemed as tho the qualities of sincerity of 
word, integrity of act and purity of thought 
that embellished Judge Owen’s public career 
and made his life a lasting honor to the com¬ 
munity, were reflected in his smile and in his 
eyes from which a soul of wisdom gazes out 
upon the world with the faith of a little child. 

Such characters as Judge Owens are unfor¬ 
tunately rare, and even those of highest mo¬ 
tives and most honorable lives do not always 
wear such outward manifestations of it as is 
given in the smile of this eminent jurist. In 
looking at him one gets a conception of sim¬ 
plicity akin to that of the Shinto religion, for 
the exaltation of his character is felt by every 


one who comes in contact with him. There is 
something in the very atmosphere in which he 
moves that is a protest against the debased 
■commercialism and degenerate politics of 
nlodern times. 

Judge Owen’s service in the Supreme Court 
began in 1883 when he began to serve the un¬ 
expired term of William Whitlaw; he served 
from 83 to 89 and through death and resigna¬ 
tions while he was on the bench he remained 
the senior judge for four years and thus was 
chief justice for that time. He is noted for 
his ability in writing opinions and he thor¬ 
oughly relishes a fine proposition of law, but 
he is living in retirement now, taking time to 
sit down by the Stream of life and absorb the 
fragrance of the flowers of culture, or as 
someone recently expressed it: 

“Judge Owen is the happiest man in the 
state, has nothing to do and plenty to do it 
with.” 


IN THE STATE LIBRARY. 


There was a sudden cessation of the various 
kinds of work in which the occupants of the 
library were engaged and all eyes were turned 
toward the entrance in involuntary tribute to 
a presence. 

A gentleman, tall, distinguished in appear¬ 
ance, with massive forehead, the whiteness of 
which was accentuated by heavy, dark eye¬ 
brows, advanced into the room, one hand 
resting in pathetic dependence upon the arm 
of a slender, darkeyed woman who guided his 
steps with the skill of long practice and the 
tender touch of affection. The refined intel¬ 
ligence of both faces was suggestive of Old 
New England families who have back of them 
generations of culture. 

The gentleman whose personality had drawn 
attention before it was apparent that he was 
blind was Mr. Joseph J. Boardman, a native 
of Connecticut, but a resident of Ohio during 
the greater part of his life, having passed his 
youth in Cincinnati, afterward locating in 


Hillsboro where as editor of the Highland 
News he had as friends, men of national repu¬ 
tation and as neighbor in his home county, 
former Governor Trimble; Samuel Hibbon, 
Member of Congress, also of Constitutional 
Convention; Gilbert McFadden, grandfather of 
Prof. McFadden of the Westerville Univer¬ 
sity, and the wellknown family of Reeces, one 
of whom was Senator Foraker’s grandfather. 

The friendship existing between members of 
the two families has caused Mr. Boardman to 
be more than ordinarily interested in the bril¬ 
liant leader of the Republican party, each step 
of whose career has been followed by the 
sightless eyes that still retain a picture of the 
gallant young soldier who came from the 
greatest war the world has known a veteran 
while still so young in years that he was con¬ 
sidered too youthful to be nominated as a 
candidate for a county office until Mr. Board- 
man advocated the nomination. 

Mr. Boardman is eighty and altho he lost 





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his eyesight a quarter of a century ago and 
cannot hear without an ear trumpet, his in¬ 
terest in the affairs of the day is as vital as 
it was in the eventful times of the formation 
of the Republican party for principles of which 
he contended until blindness compelled him to 
relinquish his work. His supreme courage 
and patience under his great affliction are an 
uplifting influence to all who know him. 

At times, Mr. Boardman comes from his 
home on the East Side to the heart of the 


city. At such times he is accompanied by his 
daughter, Miss Alice Boardman, assistant state 
librarian, who has been the medium through 
which he has viewed the world and kept in 
touch with the history of his friends. Her 
devotion has alleviated his misfortune and her 
care for him and her only sister who has been 
an invalid for more than twenty years, fur¬ 
nishes a story filled with the beautiful and 
heroic. 



Ohio State Library. 






























































































































































YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


2ti 6 


A PHILOSOPHER’S TALK. 


“Johnson brothers? Of course I know them. 
Knew them when they worked in W. B. 
Brooks mine at Nelsonville, when that gentle¬ 
man owned and operated the largest mines in 
the Hocking Valley. Tom and Ed and Charlie 
wore the ‘diggers and strong patches’ and 
worked not only as hard but harder than 
others, for they managed to secure some edu¬ 
cation when few of us thought this possible.” 

“If you remember there were no machines 
then and we really ‘dug’ coal, lying flat on 
the ground part of the time, drilling and 
swinging our picks in rag time style, and 
after this kind of work if we wern’t too tired 
to go any place but to bed we went to the 
dancing halls, for we had no libraries, clubs 
or reading rooms, and then the town didn’t 
have a theatre with up to date productions as 
it has under the present owner and manager 
W. J. Stuart. 

“Of course we had a chance to do like the 
Johnson brothers, dig into books after we had 
‘dug’ coal all day, but we aren’t all built on 
the ‘get to the top’ plan when fate puts us 
in a coal mine in the beginning. Self imposed 
tasks in study and self-denial of the few plea¬ 
sures that come isn’t characteristic of the 
average miner.” 

“What’s that?” “Books aren’t the only 
educators—and you think I speak like an edu¬ 
cated man? I’m glad you think so for while 
I’ve read a few books I’m more inclined to 
mingle with people, of whom I’ve learned 
something of life but never the secret of suc¬ 
cess from the financial viewpoint. The John¬ 
son brothers learned it and they have millions, 
but what a lot of good times they missed. 


Their mines are sending out hundreds of tons 
of coal per day and I suppose they can have 
flue receptions, grand banquets and balls, but 
1 wonder if ever in all their lives they felt 
as good as I did when after digging coal all 
day in place of studying or worrying about 
the future I danced half the night with the 
girl I loved best. 

Its just like some of those old chaps who 
make books tell us, the amount of happiness 
is about the same for each individual; the 
Johnsons have won riches and probably happi¬ 
ness but it isn’t likely its of the same kind as 
they might have had when they studied after 
working in the mine and the rest of us had 
a hell of a good time. They have the money. 
We have the memory.” 

However one of the boys married a girl with 
a name pretty enough to make music in his 
life. Reminded one of Eolian harps for it was 
Zephyr. She was the daughter of Ralph 
Carnes, one of the pioneer merchants of Nel¬ 
sonville. He is living now at an advanced 
age, must be about eighty-five, for he was 
a soldier in the Mexican war. His daughter 
Zephyr is dead now, but he has a daughter 
with a name equally suggestive of music, it 
is Vesper. 

“I haven’t seen the boys since I came to 
Columbus, but I’ve been told they don’t 
do like many selfmade men, place their work 
on exhibition for people to admire; in short, 
that they haven’t changed much, that they 
dress plainly, take their lunch at a modest 
restaurant and show no disposition to ‘forget’ 
the time when they worked with men in 
‘diggers’.” 


Have you tried to read by a dim slack fire 
As the long winter evenings were spent 
Where oil, was a luxury not" to be bought, 

Tho a barrel should sell for a cent. 


—Lines from unpublished verse, “Hill Life.” 




YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


2<i7 


AN “OPDYKE TIGER.” 


One of the “Opdyke Tigers” and one of the 
bravest tho you’d not know it from the story 
of that famous regiment for that is Capt. C. T. 
Clark, the author of the story which is a 
splendid description of war life seen from the 
viewpoint of a boy of seventeen, Capt. Clark’s 
age when he enlisted. But you should read 
the book. The first paragraph, throbbing with 
the spirit that actuated the Volunteers of ’61 
is classical in its simplicity and force. 

The first lines were stamped upon my mem¬ 
ory because they outlined so simply one of the 
heart-breaking sacrifices of that time when 
boys leaped to manhood at a bound. 

The words that I recall, written to one of 
Capt. Clark’s schoolmates at Mt. Union Col¬ 
lege were: 

“Your information is correct, I am a sol¬ 
dier. You will have to select another room¬ 
mate for the fall term. My school days are 
probably ended.” 

For a year prior to the time of this writing, 


Capt. Clark begged to be permitted to enlist, 
but was. restrained until that call for a hun¬ 
dred tnousand volunteers rang out over the 
land and he was permitted to leave school 
and enter the service that should leave those 
who survive it with a little roll of parchment 
more priceless than any diploma from uni¬ 
versity or school, or all the wreaths of pine 
and parsley that e’er adorned the brows of 
Grecian youth. 

As a boy Capt. Clark was a brave soldier. 
As a man he is one of the oldest, best lawyers 
in town, faithful to the eternal ethical verities, 
almost the supreme embodiment of.altruism 
for if for him:— 

“The fuller life was ’stablished sure 

Then for all souls howe’er fallen and dim 
With soil and stain it could not be less sure 
• For he no hope on heaven’s heights could 
find 

Save as he shared it with all mankind." 



Capt. C. T. Clark. 










268 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


AT REPUBLICAN STATE HEADQUARTERS. 


All the clerks in the office of the Chairman 
of the Republican Executive Committee were 
busy, his private secretary was jumping about 
here and there as tho he thought perpetual 
motion was a sure sign that he was doing 
something. A tall thin man had a death 
grasp on the lapel of John Malloy’s coat and 
all the occupants of the main office were too 
pre-occupied to notice a woman who had en¬ 
tered, taken a seat, written a note and awaited 
recognition from some of the attaches of the 
office in order to send it to Senator Dick who 
was in his private office engaged in earnest 
conversation with a caller. As this talk closed 
he turned in response to a telephone call, he 
noticed the woman and swiftly crossing the 
room in the informal manner that is one of 
his most pleasant characteritics, extended his 
hand saying: 

“Were you waiting to see me?’’ 

‘“Yes, I had written a note asking for a few 
moments.” 

Senator Dick employs the silent language 
more frequently than most public men, so 
without a word or gesture he invited his 
caller to enter the inner office, and in less than 
three minutes had learned the object of her 
call and with quick apprehension had grasped 
the salient points, and made reply in a simple, 
direct way that left no doubt of his meaning, 
this without the slightest indication of being 
what he is, one of the busiest men in the 
country. 

This incident illustrates the simplicity of 
manner of one of the most interesting factors 
in national politics and one of the most ap¬ 
proachable men in public life. 

In his capacity as chairman of the execu¬ 
tive committee and in the numerous cam¬ 
paigns in which he has been a trusted man¬ 


ager under an avalanche of work, he never 
seemed hurried, always had time to investi¬ 
gate affairs brought to his attention altho to 
the uninitiated this might seem unimportant, 
but which he with deeper insight could not 
ignore or evade. 

Sen. Dick seems to follow Goethe’s thought 
that nothing is trifling when considered as to 
its relative value; hence he does not leave 
any part of the conduct of a fight for suprem¬ 
acy to guess work. He is in touch at all 
times with every committee and every sub¬ 
committee in every county of the state; he is 
informed of the exact condition of things in 
every voting precinct, and there is scarcely a 
man who is of service to his party whom he 
could not reach in a few moments. 

Senator Dick’s unfailing courtesy and 
thoughtfulness for others cause him to be 
esteemed by all those who come in contact 
with him. With him there is no posing, no 
pomposity. With infinite tact he makes it 
possible for those who seek audience with him 
to take up the subject to be discussed without 
preliminary talk. 

Incidentally Senator Dick is the first poor 
man to represent Ohio in the Senate for a 
long time, for his predecessors, Pendleton, 
Payne, Sherman, Brice and Hanna were all 
men of means, but none possess more popu¬ 
larity than this tactful, genial gentleman who 
in temperament, in alertness, in habits of mind 
and thought, and in capacity for hard work, is 
known to be a leader; as side accomplish¬ 
ments, he has the dexterity to conceal truth 
without telling a lie, the sagacity to read other 
people’s countenances without letting them see 
beyond his professional smile, the ability to 
refuse a favor and yet retain a friend. 



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Senator Dick. 















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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


IN THE AUDITOR’S OFFICE. 


"There is something in the manner in which 
State Auditor Guilbert moves about his work 
that wins attention and admiration, for every 
movement is characterized by the ease and 
dignity of one accustomed to managing big 
affairs and accomplishing much noiselessly and 
perfectly. 

In all probability there is not an office in the 
state where there is more work or responsi¬ 
bility connected with more widely divergent 
interests than in the auditor’s office, but just 
as he moves across the floor, so the business 
of his department moves firmly, admirably, 
with perfect precision and power, every part 
of it being marked with the accuracy of a 
great machine. 

Success and power are Mr. Guilbert’s in so 
large a measure that it would seem he should 
be one whose happiness could not be disturbed 
by passing ripples, but by that law that pro¬ 
vides that all good gifts should not fall upon 
one, Mr. Guilbert, who is seemingly so se¬ 
rene at all times has been given a nature so 
keenly sensitive to criticism as to feel it more 
acutely than one whose nervous temperament 
is betrayed by action. And no matter how 
unjust the censure, how vindictive the as¬ 
sailant may be known to be, nor how much his 
friends resent or ridicule the attacks as silly, 
or willfully malicious, Mr. Guilbert cannot 
quite conceal the havoc wrought in his peace 
when the poison of a political shaft reaches 
him. 

Mr. Guilbert is of French Irish ancestry and 
the French in his nature is manifested in his 
surroundings for the rooms of his depart¬ 
ment are the finest in the Capitol Building. 
The main room with its rich crimson carpet 
contrasting admirably with Nile green tinted 
walls relieved by curtains of a darker shade, 
with handsome desks and a library table where 
a great jar of hammered brass is usually filled 
with the loveliest flowers of the season ex¬ 
haling their fragrance, all combine to impress 
one with a sense of harmony altho one may 


be prejudiced against aught but Attic sim¬ 
plicity in a work room. 

But this lofty, restful room scarcely pre¬ 
pares one for the little den used as Mr. 
Guilberts private office. This cannot be de¬ 
scribed unless one is master of detail, but 
curtains and oriental rugs, lights pendant 
from hooks and chains that form a square 
about the center of the ceiling. A French 
clock that chimes the quarter hours, fibroid 
walls and luxurious leather cushions that 
transform the mission style of chairs until they 
need not apologize for having been made an 
exquisite bust of the purest Carara marble, the 
gift of a friend in Florence, presents a picture 
unlike anything one would expect to see within 
the time stained walls of stone that were 
ruthlessly sacrificed to make this room. 

The effect produced by this office is bewil¬ 
dering especially when the sunrise is shown. 

“The sunrise ?” You don’t understand ? Well 
any time, day or night, the simple turning 
of an electric switch gives the effect of a sum- 
rise on the skylight of art glass that forms a 
portion of the ceiling. The seal of state is 
worked into this sky-light in tinted glass, and 
above this layer of art glass is another can¬ 
opy of glass',, and between these are several 
incandescent lights. These lights and the tints 
of the seal of state produce a perfect miniature 
sunrise lighting up hills and valley at har¬ 
vest time. 

This unique and beautiful effect was dis¬ 
covered by Miss Mary Morrison, Mr. Guil¬ 
bert’s confidential clerk. 

Auditor Guilbert undoubtedly appreciates 
this beauty reproducing devise as much as 
the hosts of people who go to see it, and he 
never forgets that the tread of the people 
over those beautiful carpets is entirely war¬ 
ranted, being the same cordial, courteous gen- 
tdeman at all times. 

Mr. Fullington, the popular deputy, con¬ 
tributes much to the effective work and gen¬ 
eral harmony.” 



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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


WORLD S BEST BAREBACK RIDER LIVES IN COLUMBUS. 


Few people are aware that the world’s most 
famous equestrian, a man who has spent half 
a century in the sawdust circle is now living 
in Columbus, but such is the fact for James 
Robinson is stopping in a cozy home on the 
southwest corner of High and University 
streets. 

Mr. Robison was called here by the death 
of Mrs. Robison’s sister, and in his leisurcj 
time is preparing copy for a book that will 
cover his long career as a circus man and 


will in addition relate many reminiscences 
of interest. 

Mr. Robison is a very modest unpretending 
man, so quiet in his demeanor that one would 
never imagine he was the man who devised 
the daring bareback somersault, and as the 
main attraction in John Robinson’s show held 
royalty enthralled as he performed for them, 
while the world marveled at the feats 
that had never been paralleled not even in 
the days of Rome when in the Coliseum one- 
fourth of the world applauded the daring. 


THE BEST WARDEN. 


“You don't impose silence upon the 
women?” I said interrogatively to Warden 
Darby after having passed the greater part 
of a day in the women's department of the 
State Prison. 

“What makes you think so?” said the war¬ 
den quickly. Fearful that I had betrayed an 
infringement of rule by the women whom I 
had just left chattering as tho at a social 
function, I didn’t make reply, but the warden 
continued reassuringly. 

“You needn’t fear, I know they talk and 
the worst of it is they all talk at once, altho 
there’s a rule for silence for them as well 
as for men.” 

“You don't enforce the rule strictly?” 

“No, what would be the use of trying to 
enforce it. When women wish to talk, they 
talk;” with which sage remark the warden 
led the way to the great gates that had clanged 
behind me earlier in the day, when I had been 
permitted to go to the women’s department 
to spend some time, a privilege rarely ac¬ 
corded to visitors. It was given me ostensibly 
to study general conditions, but in reality, 


to study a former society woman who had 
been convicted of a most atrocious murder. 

In his reply Warden Darby took his sta¬ 
tion as one great enough to know that rule 
cannot always be applied, wise enough to com¬ 
prehend when he had arrived at the line that 
separates the difficult from the impossible even 
tho it be lawful. 

Warden Darby’s manner is touched with the 
gravity that any thinking man would experi¬ 
ence if placed in his position, and beneath this 
gravity one discerns the large-hearted sym¬ 
pathy of one who loves his fellowmen what¬ 
ever their calling, creed or crime. 

It is not surprising that such a man has in¬ 
stituted reforms and that through exercise 
of a law higher than any on the statutes, 
he has won the confidence and good will of 
the prisoners until under his regime their 
reformation is less hopeless than of yore; nor 
is it a matter of wonder that a man so merci¬ 
ful should be regarded as the best manager 
who ever had charge of this, the largest prison 
in the world. 







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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS 


WORLD’S LEADING VIOLINIST. 


He was “right from Marietta,” and he had 
this to say: 

“We’re accustomed to the superiority of 
Ohio people in many lines, but it kind a took 
our breath away when we learned that one 
of our boys, Francis McMillen, of all the 
instrumentalists now before the international 
public was the acknowledged leader. After 
our first astonishment, we wondered if his 
phenomenal success while so young, would 
make any change in one whom we remembered 
as a manly boy, devoted to his mother. But 
when he came back to Marietta, we learned, 
that he had been unspoiled by the world’s 
adulation, unaffected by aught that could di¬ 
vert him from his mission, the mission of 
genius to give to the world-—which else 
would become too sordid something sweet 
and uplifting, something akin to that which we 
hear in another world, the world of dreams. 

It isn’t any wonder that we almost idolize 
him for it, just for what he is when the world 
worships for what he does? Europe claims 


him as a musician and crowns him as a 
leader in art, but in Marietta he is “our boy.” 



.FrA.^vj .j ,vjCAIu.LEN. 


COL. “NED” AND FRIENDS. 


Col. Taylor and his almost inseparable com¬ 
panion, General Beatty, are habitues of the 
Neil House, well known to people in all sec¬ 
tions of the country. 

.Another frequenter of this famous old hos¬ 
telry is Judge Okey, one of the best informed 
attorneys in the state. 

These three characters furnish a fund of 
entertainment to friends, among whom is 
Judge Pugh wdio was never known to meet an 
acquaintance or a friend without a smart 
anecdote or an amusing story in perfect har¬ 
mony with the prevailing note of talk. Leav¬ 
ing a restaurant the other day, he greeted a 


friend as they walked south who mentioned 
the old comrades. 

“Oh said Judge Pugh, you should have been 
down at the Neil the other day: strange as it 
may seem, Col. Taylor was alone and every 
one was wondering if General Beatty had been 
stolen, but no one ventured to ask Colonel 
Taylor, who sat leaning upon his cane staring 
at the floor in gloomy silence. At last this 
made Okey so uneasy, he went over and asked 
the Colonel a question. 

“No,” said Colonel Ned, thumping the floor 
with his cane. * * * Then as if thought 

had suddenly been illumined he continued:— 

“Do you know, Okey * * * 






YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


275 


ONE OF PICKETT’S MEN. 


There was a little stir on the raised plat¬ 
form where the speakers and other distin¬ 
guished men stood and the Rev. Dr. Hewitt 
said: 

“We want Kidwell up here.” 

There was a murmur of enthusiastic assent 
and up from the crowd stepped a tall, thin, 
stooped man in gray clothes of singular cut 
for the present day, for he wore the old Con¬ 
federate uniform. 

“One of the survivors of Pickett’s charge,” 
said Dr. Hewitt, glancing at the people as¬ 
sembled there to decorate their soldiers’ 
graves. 

Simple words, but perhaps no utterance of 
this noted speaker ever moved the people 
more completely than this one sentence in 
which he seemed to voice all the tender pride 
of the southland in those who gave to Am¬ 
erican arms the glory of the grandest charge 
ever made; incomparable in all the annals of 
the ages, impossible for future wars, since 
military tactics have changed. 

What an impressive scene it was. The elo¬ 
quent divine standing silent after those 
brief words as tho he felt the inadequacy of 
speech and the crowd responsive to the feel¬ 
ing of the moment, voiceless, awed into silence 
as all eyes were fixed upon that gray clad 
figure that seemed suddenly to lose the stoop 
and signs of premature age to stand before us, 
graced with the ardor of the South, endowed 
with courage that was' scarce of earth for he 
had been one of those who had been drenched 
in the crimson stream that marked High Tide 
at Gettysburg. 

There he stood. One of those who had 
marched in scorching heat for twenty miles 
and more and then exhausted but undaunted 
had been as their leader said, ready to go to 
any part of the field desired, had not the peer¬ 
less Lee sent word.— 

“Tell General Pickett I shall not need him 
this evening, to rest his men and I will send 
him word when I want them.” 

Then he had been among those who slept 
upon their arms; one of those whom General 
Lee, Gen. Pickett and General Longstreet had 
viewed so carefully and critically on the morn- 
in" of that fateful third day at Gettysburg. 

That man in gray had been one of the pros¬ 


trate thousands who had risen as one man id 
the presence of their chieftains and, forbidden 
to cheer, had stood with uncovered heads and 
hats held aloft in silence pledging allegiance 
anew and then had stood for five long hours 
with all his comrades in the burning sun wait¬ 
ing for some word until the army of the Blue 
on Cemetery Hill marveled at their stillness. 

Then too he had known the fearful strain of 
those moments when Pickett who had taken 
Longstreet’s place when he was wounded at 
Chapultepec waited for some word from him 
and then with generous heart that fain would 
spare the other pain of the command had 
voiced the question that should decide the day. 

“General Longstreet shall I go forward.” 

And when that chief had answered only 

with a bow because he could not sneak the 

- \ 

word that would send such men to almost sure 
annihilation this man who stood before us 
had seen the dauntless Pickett and his officers 
ride lightly and gracefully past their com¬ 
manding generals who acknowledged in sad 
silence what they felt was their salute to death. 

Later he had known the thrilling exal¬ 
tation of that hour when the flower of the 
southern army had followed the flash of Pick¬ 
ett’s sword out into the sunlight before the 
gaze of thousands in both armies and had 
moved across the field with all the harmony, 
the perfect precision of the parade ground 
tho all knew they were to be hurled as the 
last hope against defeat. 

Steadily, grandly had the columns of which 
he formed a part moved forward amid the 
thunder of artillery beneath the iron storm 
that broke from all the batteries of the Blue 
and beat the ranks in Gray to earth as tho 
those strong intrepid men were fragile flowers. 

Yes, he had known the warrior’s savage joy 
when Armistead who had taken Garnett’s 
place led the way and with his hat on the 
point of his sword cried: 

“Come on boys, we’ll give them the cold 
steel.” 

Ah yes, he had been one of those who 
drenched with blood, blackened with powder, 
exhausted by heat, wild with thirst, had reeled 
back from the victory that they could not 
hold because three-fourths of their number 
had fallen never again to hark to ringing bat- 




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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


tie cry or know who held the heights which 
they so incomparably had charged. 

It was a privilege to look into the eyes of 
one who had charged so fearlessly against the 
battreies of death in that division whose valor 
dims the radiance of the Light Brigade. 


In the purple twilight—for the exercises had 
been prolonged we gathered round the man in 
gray and many clasped the hand of the hero. 
He did not talk much. There was no need. 
In the morning of his life James Ividwell had 
done something. 


A SOCIAL FORCE. 


“Steps like one of the Colonial dames? 
How do you know how they stepped? As one 
imagines. That’s better. Your comparison is 
good for in more than her manner of walking 
does the gentlewoman whom you mention re¬ 
semble the Colonial dames; she has the 
delicate blending of many gifts that were a 
part of the individuality of the women of that 
period, toned and colored by the requirements 
of today. 

Mrs. Deshler is gracious in her manner, 
especially in her own home where she receives 
a professional caller with the same unaffected 
charm that endears her to her friends. 
Her social position being assured, she does 
not attempt to impress others by assuming 
superiority, her talk is imbued with ideas 
along lines that would surprise many. Not 


that she talks reform or rights, but she has 
a feeling for the common facts of life and 

lighter vein yields to more serious aspect of 
• ... 
life or to comment, showing an intimate ac¬ 
quaintance with some of the great characters 
in history. 

In Mrs. Deshler’s home is an atmosphere of 
elegance and refinement; the appointment no 
doubt are conducive to this, but they are as 
pleasingly unobtrusive as the costume and 
manner of Mrs. Deshler, whose womanliness 
is never more apparent than when talking of 
her husband’s mother, who was one of the 
brave women who aided the pioneers of the 
Great Northwest in their early struggles — 
one of the women whose qualities of con¬ 
science, energy, powers of endurance and love 
made them fitting wives for pioneers. 


A COLUMBUS CANTATRICE. 


“Yes, I have heard Schuman Heinck, the 
superb. What a divine voice she has ! I can 
hear it even now—inspiring, appealing, com¬ 
manding like a trumpet or crooning like a 
mother. One may not hope to hear an¬ 
other Schumann-Heinck when her voice has 
passed into silence, for such exquisite 
liquid music is given to the world only 
now and then throughout the centuries, but 
it’s odd that while I say this there comes to 
me the memory of a Columbus girl who, while 
her voice was not Schuman Heinck’s, con¬ 
tained much of that haunting sweetness that 
does not permit one to ever pass entirely be¬ 
yond the spell of the singer. 


The young woman to whom I refer is Miss 
Josephine Swickard, sister of C. R. Swick- 
ard, who amid the stress of work incident to 
the life of the successful man of affairs has 
never lost his appreciation of his sister’s art 
and has at all times given her the sympathetic 
encouragement so necessary to the artistic 
nature. 

Miss Swickard is abroad now giving to her 
gift the breadth and depth and finish of for¬ 
eign training and those who know much of 
the history of music and the classification of 
voices are enthusiastic in their predictions that 
Columbus will in this young woman have a 
singer of world-wide fame. 






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Miss Josephine Swickard. 



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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


IN AN ATTORNEY’S OFFICE. 


Absolutely oblivious to people and surround¬ 
ings sat DeWitt C. Jones. He had just fin¬ 
ished writing some lines in a little book and 
leaned back in his chair with an expression 
indicative of pleasure in what he had written. 
“No,” said he in response to the caller’s in¬ 
quiry, this doesn’t pertain to a successful case 


I just came across something extraordinarily 
beautiful in portraying an individual and 
copied it in my note book lest I forget the 
lines. Just read them. You prefer to have 
them read as voice adds to verse? Not al¬ 
ways, but I’ll read it. The lines are 


A WONDER WORKER —LUTHER BURBANK. 


He dwells so near to nature’s brooding heart 
He feels the throbbing pulse of her desire 
And bending to his powers her subtle art 
He shapes the end to which she doth aspire- 

With loving faith in the Great Silent Cause 
Patient the worker plans and sows; 
Knowing the desert by its hidden laws 
In joy at last shall blossom as the rose 


ON THE STREET. 


There’s one of the most progressive men in 
the west. Robert E. Sheldon, president of 
the Citizen’s Savings Bank, president of the 
Sheldon Dry Goods Company, street railway 
magnate and director of steam railways, in 
fact, associated with every big interest in and 
about Columbus. 

Tho his means were limited, Mr. Sheldon 
was master of circumstances that led to suc¬ 
cess, until to-day he is a financial power. 


But Mr. Sheldon is something more than a 
financial bulwark, or commercial factor, he is 
a man of cultivated and companionable tastes, 
with many near friends in the social and lit¬ 
erary world. Among these is George Keenan, 
the famous writer who made an expose of 
Russian atrocities. 

It is interesting to know that Mr. Sheldon 
began life at less than a dollar per day, and 
that Keenan was his roommate at the time. 







YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


279 


DR. STOCKTON BUYING CANDY. 


“Must have a host of children from the 
amount of candy lie’s buying?” 

‘“On the contrary, he hasn't any, He’s a 
bachelor.” 

“Then he must have scores of nephews and 
nieces to supply.” 

“I think not; in all probability no child will 
ever see an ounce of that candy, for the buyer 
is Dr. George Stockton, superintendent of the 
State Hospital, and the amount lie’s purchas¬ 
ing indicates that lie's buying for the em¬ 
ployes, or perhaps the patients.” 

“Surprising?” “Why so?" “Think of his 


task as the chief of such a place to cure sick 
nerves, divert from trouble to beguile minds 
too tired to care for things worth while. Why 
not candy and toys and trinkets for the irra¬ 
tional, who knows that these are more trivial 
than the things for which supposedly sane 
minds struggle?” 

Dr. Stockton knows his patients; years of 
investigation along the lines of mental and 
nervous diseases have fitted him to know 
their needs and that many of the seeming, 
trivial things will throw a gleam of light 
across the pathway of those who “see darkly.” 



Dr. George Stockton. 








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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


ON THE SIDE. 


“It doesn’t always follow that a man who 
wears his hat on one side of his head is one 
of the men who experiences the “morning 
after,” for there’s attorney Thomas Clark 
who always wears his hat in that position, and 
it’s well known that for him life is no pain¬ 
ful retrospect but rather an eager looking 
forward, with a seeming desire to scan far 
away inaccessible heights. This trait was 
strongly manifested when he prepared, pre¬ 
sented and advocated with eloquence a local 
option bill, that those who opposed it, de¬ 
clared would dig his political grave. 

Mr. Clark has always believed in the rule 
of the people, and has sought always to have 


the principles of home rule applied. He was- 
a Republican in Virginia, when republicanism 
was not as popular as it is in Ohio. He was 
formerly a minister and is a speaker of force 
on the hustings. This power is a great ad¬ 
vantage to him now in his talks, for he is a 
politician altho he thinks that a man should 
be more than a politician i nother words he 
believes that a man is true to party when 
true to the interests of the people at large. 

Odd isn’t it that a man whose head and 
heart according to his friends are always on 
the right side should deem it necessary to- 
wear his hat on the same side. 


FATHER OF THE REPUBLICAN GLEE CLUB — GEN. W. T. WILSON. 


“Do you remember the old gentleman who 
always wore the old style of dress hat and 
was a familiar figure about the capitol and 
streets several years ago — the one who was 
often pointed out as the father of the Re- 
p \ ican Glee Club organization?” 

'/es, not dead is he?” 

“No, but ill, too ill for any but those in 
attendance to see him and it is not likely he 
will recover, having now lived man’s alotted 
time.” 

“Indeed, I had not thought he was so old.” 

“No, his strongly built figure and erect 
soldierly bearing gave no indication of his 
age. He was built on the fortress plan and 
his strength was ever manifested more forcibly 
than now when soldier to the last, wearing a 


soldier’s blue coat, suffering too much to lie 
down, he sits in his chair by the window wait¬ 
ing for that which passed him on many battle¬ 
fields, and in the pestilence of prison, waiting 
for that last, best friend who dulls all pain 
and cures all disease. 

“Perhaps the old warrior, who has been a 
sufferer ever since his incarceration in Libby 
prison, has learned as he sits waiting, to think 
as Sothern, when he wrote the lines that 
proved he was not only an actor but a poet. 

“After the turmoil of the world, 

Defeat and victory, storm and shine, 

The battle o’er the banner furled, 

Then thankfully I sink to rest 

With this dear foe, who loves me best.’'' 





YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


”81 


IN THE LAW LIBRARY. 


“That tall gentleman is Prof. E. B. Kinkead, 
who lectures on law at the University, and is 
the author of several legal books of great 
value. His greatest and best work is General 
Commentary on the Law of Torts, a philo¬ 
sophical demonstration of the general princi¬ 
ples underlying social wrongs. He is also the 
author of “Pleadings and Practice” and has 
a wide reputation for his knowledge of these 
subjects. 

Professor Kinkead is considered one of the 
best lawyers in Columbus, but those who know 
him best aver that his is the judicial rather 
than the advocate's mind, and hope that 
he will wear the ermine. 

Professor Kinkead is always absorbed in 
the writing of books, and his partner Mr. 
Merwine is always carrying such a stack of 
law books that one is inclined to ask “After 
those what? Thinking of Mr. Merwine’s 
books reminds me of his sister who works in 
a law office, but has recently published a 
charming little book of verse designed for 
children. Her name? Effie. 

It’s surprising how many legal authors we 
have in Columbus. Now here’s a book that 
is valued by the bench and bar, it is “Page on 
Wills” and the author is a resident of this 
city, and a member of the firm of Page, Page 
& Page, located in the Board of Trade; there 
is also seemingly identified with that building 
another legal author. Mr. Henry J. Booth. 

Mr. Booth is president of the State Bar As¬ 
sociation and one of the most eminent mem¬ 
bers of the Franklin county bar. His book 
on “Street Railways” is intended to cover the 
laws governing those corporations. Mr. Booth 


was long connected with the street railway 
company as chief counsel, but his work shows 
that he was not in the least prejudiced in fa¬ 
vor of the corporation. This was the first 
book on this subject, and its value proves 
how well fitted Mr. Booth was for his work. 

The gentleman with the Christian Science 
smile is Mr. Howard Gilkey, marshal and li¬ 
brarian of the Supreme Court. He is optimis¬ 
tic and enthusiastic about everything, but par¬ 
ticularly so of the Ohio organization known 
as the Sons of Veterans which he organized. 

That low-voiced young man who seems to 
know instinctively just what books are re¬ 
quired is J. W. Shaw, assistant.” 



H. J. Booth. 





YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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IN THE ROTUNDA. 


It isn’t every individual who has an income 
of a thousand dollars per day, said a gentle¬ 
man, as he looked meditatively at former 
Congressman Paul Sorg of Middletown, a 
man who in comparatively recent years was 
an iron moulder in Cincinnati, whose best 


friend worked in a cigar factory and chanced 
to tell him there was money in plug tobacco, 
and this was the initial step toward the Sorg 
millions. Sounds so easy, it’s a wonder we 
don't all think of something that will win us 
riches. 


Yes, I addressed that gentleman as Captain. 
His right to the title was acquired in the 
O. N. G. 

He has been here several sessions as as¬ 


sistant clerk of the House, and is one of the 
most popular men about the Capitol. He is 
the son of Judge H. B. Maynard of Wash¬ 
ington C. H. 


INSPECTOR OF MINES. 


“Never had a day in school in all my life.’’ 

The gentleman who made this statement in 
reply to a question as to his school days was 
Mr. George Harris, State Inspector of Mines. 

Mr. Harris began work in the mines at 
the age of eight as trapper boy and passed 
through all the gradations to superintendent, 
securing some instruction in the rudimentary 
branches from his mother. 

Born in Northumberland, England, Mr. 
Harris is the typical Englishman, big ‘ and 


blond, with the fair, fresh complexion, sug¬ 
gestive of exuberant health. He is one of 
the happy, whole hearted individuals, always 
popular with their fellowmen, takes keen in¬ 
terest in all that pertains to the welfare of 
others. He is particularly zealous in his en¬ 
deavors to decrease the dangers attendant to 
those who work under ground, and brings to 
this effort the advantage of training from the 
pit to the surface. 


v 

BACK FROM MINNESOTA. 


“Did you meet many interesting people 
while you were away?” 

This question was addressed to George D. 
Jones, who returned from Minnesota yester¬ 
day to take up the duties of acting mayor of 
the city during Mayor Jeffrey’s absence in 
Chicago. 

“Not many, but one in whom I was particu¬ 
larly interested was La Folette, I heard him 
speak for three hours, then went and intro¬ 
duced myself.” 

“Must have been a good speaker to have 
held your attention three hours.” 

“He was a good speaker, but not any bet¬ 
ter than some we have here in Columbus, in 
fact, not so good as some. There was nothing 


magnetic in his talk, he was just a strong, 
convincing speaker, through his earnestness, 
his power in expressing his thought clearly, 
his speech was so well arranged that it didn’t 
seem long like a scattering one.” 

“One thing that particularly engaged my at¬ 
tention, were frequent references to Roose¬ 
velt’s message to Congress and his position on 
paramount subjects. 

“Speaking of these issues, many of which 
were advocated by Bryan in his first cam¬ 
paign, recalls that I met Bryan when he was 
purchasing a railway ticket, and was sur¬ 
prised to see him so large. He was a big man 
when I first saw him, but he has gained in 
weight sinec then.” 








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283 


STREET CAR INCIDENT. 


“D— it stop that car.” 

Like a bugle call rang the voice of a pros¬ 
perous looking gentleman on Neil Avenue as 
one of the superlatively smart conductors on 
that line was rushing his car by the stopping 
places, aggravatingly unmindful of signals, 
whistles and calls from a number of pe">p'e 
who had been standing in the rain while car 
after car passed as tho they were wooden 
images stationed to remain there forever. 

That conductor had learned to obey a 
genuine command. The car stopped. When 
it was again speeding toward High street, 
Major Caldwell, the gentleman whose courtesy 
had been strained until it had broken into ex¬ 
pletive, said to the conductor, “I suppose I 
owe you an apology but after this stop your 
car at the proper place or there’ll be worse 
than cuss words tossing around this car line.” 

The conductor looked into the eyes of the 
speaker and saw something that made him 
respectful in his bearing and silenced any 
words he might have thought of saying. 

Then as the car rolled down town. Major 
Caldwell related several amusing and timely 
incidents to a friend, one particularly witty 
story awaking the laughter of the occupants 
■of the car and proved that he was not as fierce 
in his manner as his command to the con¬ 
ductor indicated. In fact in a few moments 
he had overcome all critical feeling with re¬ 
gard to the way he had secured a right due 
the public and had established himself as a 
genial companion, a well read man with the 
gift of story telling well developed. 

Major Caldwell is well known in several 
sections of the state, especially Pike and 
Jackson counties, his boyhood having been 
passed in one and his early manhood in the 
other. His friends know him to be one of 
those who trained in the hard school of neces¬ 
sity, for at the age of ten he was left prac¬ 


tically at the head of a family, his mother 
being left a widow with several children. 

He assumed the responsibility manfully, but 
on account of the hard work he was com¬ 
pelled to do on the farm his school days were 
limited. However, when possible, he went to 
a school near his home and occassionally to 
Prof. Duley’s school near Chillicothe, paying 
for tuition by cutting and hauling cordwood 
or by selling farm products. 

A reputation for industry and faithfulness 
Major Caldwell established in early years was 
maintained throughout his life and those who 
know him best say that he has always seemed 
to act on the principle that what is worth 
doing is worth doing well. 

Major Caldwell’s friends know him to be 
warm hearted and generous in his social re¬ 
lations and one who believes all that he be¬ 
lieves with the earnestness of an intense na¬ 
ture, strikes from the shoulder when there is 
need to strike and nothing that should be done 
at a certain time can be disregarded without 
a vigorous protest upon his part, especially 
when such diregard is detrimental to the 
public welfare. 

Major Caldwell was commander of the mili¬ 
tary post at Cincinnati during the Civil War 
and the fortifications of that city were built 
while it was under his charge. They were a 
monument to his ability to direct; an ability 
that was farther demonstrated in active service 
in different companies. He recruited the first 
company formed in Jackson but did not ac¬ 
company it, joining another one later. While 
he was recruiting a company in Jackson, Gen¬ 
eral Morgan made his notorious raid in Ohio 
and stole all the horses in Jackson while Cap¬ 
tain Caldwell was at Berlin Heights. He re¬ 
turned to Jackson and mustered a squad that 
followed Morgan to the river. In this squad 
were Dr. Orlando Miller and Judge George 
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IN A RESTAURANT. 


‘‘One would think that she would know 
better than to do that,” said a severe faced 
matron as she glanced at a slender, light¬ 
haired woman whose appearance marked her 
as one knowing the eternal fitness of things, 
but who was spreading butter upon a slice of 
bread as tho preparing it for a child. 

It was amusing to note the manner in which 
the young woman ignored the comments of a 
number of people who wished to impress 
upon her that it was bad form to butter bread 
in that way regardless of the fact that their 
comments were worse than bad form. 

After a little the young woman who had 
asserted her independence by a solecism, re¬ 
marked : 

‘‘I heard what was said about my manner of 
eating, but its just a repetition of what I’ve 
heard frequently. At times the criticism was 
quite humorous, for instance, when I was in 
London last year my aunt, who is English 
personified, said: 

“ ‘Americans are so different from our 
people in all ways, in England we only butter 
slices of bread in the nursery.’ ” . 

‘‘I just let her think that was American 
style.” 

The speaker was Miss Georgia Hopley, 
daughter of John Hopley, editor of the 
Bucyrus News, for a third of a century, and 
sister of several newspaper men of recognized 
ability, one of whom was United States 
Consul to England, and the aunt to whom she 


referred, Miss Katherine Hopley, at the age 
of eighty-eight is a writer whose stories are 
used hi the London Times and scientific 
magazines. 

Miss Hopley is one of the brightest news¬ 
paper women in Ohio. She was the first 
woman to be assigned regular newspaper work 
at the Capitol, and for many years has given 
special attention to reporting State and Na¬ 
tional conventions. She was one of the Ohio 
Board of Commissioners at the Paris Ex¬ 
position, and then as at various times when 
abroad was special correspondent for leading 
papers. She was also special agent for the 
Bureau of Labor under the direction of R. 
Ratchford, and in her report of conditions 
in workshops and factories, manifested the 
thoroughness that has always characterized 
her work. 

Accustomed to meeting people in all walks 
of life, at home and abroad, and having con¬ 
cerned herself more about the problem that 
confronts the world’s workers —the great 
problem of securing bread with or without 
butter — it is not strange that Miss Hopley^ 
who in many respects is given to yielding her 
inclinations to conventional demands, should 
refuse to relinquish a preference that does 
not seriously affect anyone and in all 
probability meets with criticism from none 
save those who have not occupied themselves 
with anything more serious than a paper 
bound book on “How to Eat.” 



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SHALL IT BE DONE? 


“There is one class of men seen about the 
State House who need no introduction and no 
historian; an armless sleeve, a palsied hand, 
sightless eyes, tottering knees or painful limps 
tell their story; these are the men who formed 
a part of the wall that protected and upheld 
the Union during that unparalleled bombard¬ 
ment from Sixty-one to Sixty-five. Nothing 
can be added to the story of their heroism, 
nothing can detract from their deathless fame, 
but they, as they walk with faltering steps and 
slow to the Department of Soldier’s Claims, 
suggest that one word be wafted to Washing¬ 
ton and blazoned on the walls of legislative 
chambers until no longer a nation’s gratitude 
is expressed in such a way that the most sel¬ 
fish individual viewing it cries “shame”. 

The individual who delivered this little ser¬ 
mon near the office of the Commissioner of 
Soldiers’ Claims, W. L. Curry, looked with 
pitying eyes upon a white-haired veteran who 
had just emerged from the office with disap¬ 
pointment written in every line of his poor 
old face. Illness was apparent in his pallor, 
and in his emaciated form, in the sunken 


chest and the droop of his shoulders. The 
Commissioner, who has a comrade’s sympathy 
for every claimant, had stepped to the door to 
speak a few words of encouragement to one 
whose papers had proven that he had ren¬ 
dered good service in time of need, but there 
was delay, and none could say when the 
claim would be recognized. 

The gentleman who had called attention to 
the old soldier continued : 

There he goes, like countless others I have 
seen. He’s a soldier. It isn’t right for him 
to be made a recipient of charity while wait¬ 
ing for that which is his due. So you’ll see a 
little tragedy that we cannot change. 

The white-haired veteran had buttoned his 
worn old coat of blue across the sunken chest 
and turned toward the outer door. He was 
a soldier to the last. There was no faltering. 
He walked away to live or die unnoticed, 
unremembered. 

Above us floated “Old Glory”. A boy was 
whistling “Marching through Georgia,” and 
the government as represented at Washing¬ 
ton was winding red tape. 


A PUBLIC SPIRITED MAN. 


“Do you wish to see one of the most public 
spirited men in Columbus, one whose advice 
and purse assist in many improvements and 
enterprises, one who had the means and the 
mind to change an entire section of the city 
and one whose name is known to hundreds of 
thousands of people who have never seen him; 
then observe that white-haired, benevolent 
looking gentleman who seems never to have 
been touched with trouble. That is Dr. Hart¬ 
man, and the magnificent marble structure 
consuming half a block on the corner of Rich 
and Third streets is but one of the places in¬ 
dicative of his enterprise. 


Tho Dr. Hartman is so well known as a 
manufacturer, he is perhaps better known for 
his world famed horses, for through his love 
for the horse he has acquired prize winners 
from all parts of the world, for his stock 
farm, which he has endeavored to keep in the 
front rank of stock farms regardless of ex¬ 
pense. In this way he has aided American 
horse interests greatly. 

Among the horses owned by this man of 
enterprise are Khaled, the beautiful Arabian, 
whom thousands of people have admired. 





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LIBERATOR OF A COUNTRY. 


“ Knight of the Pen.” 


“Knight of the Pen.” He to whom this 
title belongs by royal right of service rendered, 
Janarius Alovsius Macgahan, is comparatively 
unknown to the people of this his native state, 
Ohio, for tho born in a log cabin in the little 
obscure town of New Lexington, this great 
commonwealth was not large enough to stage 
his achievements. 

Only recently have Ohio people remembered 
and recounted the eventful life history of this 
writer whose pen aroused to action the 
martial hosts of a continent and wrote the 
terms of a nation’s liberty. This interest was 
awakened when Syoyan Krstoff Vatralsky, a 
native Bulgarian and a graduate of Harvard, 
addressed the people of New Lexington at the 
grave of the former war correspondent, who 


reported the Turkish atrocities in Bulgaria 
with such realism, that Gladstone, and through 
him all Europe was aroused, the Russia- 
Turkish war precipitated, and the map of that 
part of Europe changed. 

Mr. Vatralsky, who is interested in the 
movement to erect a monument to the great 
writer who was brought from Constantinople 
after death to be buried in the soil near his 
native village, read a beautiful verse at the 
grave of which the first and last couplet give 
some idea of the sentiment involved: 

“A pilgrim from the ends of earth I come, 
To kneel devoutly at your lowly tomb, 

Your life tho brief in service high was spent, 
Bulgaria is free. Behold your monument.’’ 



J. A. Macgahan. 








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WHERE ARE THE SCRIBES OF YESTERDAY. 


Where are the scribes of yesterday— 

With pencils ready for all calls, 

We miss their jests and laughter gay, 

In streets and dens and banquet halls. 

Where are the scribes we knew so well— 
With hearts that sprang up to their lips 
In stories they were wont to tell— 

Some sad, dark facts, some sparkling quips. 


Those well trained scribes whose words were 
few, 

But every phrase a master stroke, 

With every picture painted true 
Of death or life, despair or hope. 

• Where are the scribes so true so gay, 

Who knew true brotherhood of man, 

'’They wrote for us but yesterday, 

But now we miss them from the clan. 


Carl Landon, M. A. Daugherty, Arthur Ban¬ 
croft, Hartzell Cqldwell, Col. S. K. Donavin, 
Col. W. S. Furay, A. C. Henney. 


A SALVATION ARMY VETERAN. 


There's the oldest Salvation Army officer in 
the city and one of the oldest in the service, 
War Cry Sergeant, W. P. Harvey. It seems 
a little odd that this grey-haired, grey- 
bearded, stooped man who wends his way 
through the streets selling the War Cry of the 
Salvation Army, should have spent the greater 
part of his life, almost fifty years, preaching 


with the Quakers, and that not until within 
the last six or seven years has he been en¬ 
gaged in his present work. 

Mr. Harvey’s friends, who are countless, 
were all pleased when he was sent as a dele¬ 
gate to the international Conference in 
London. 


WELL KNOWN NAME. 


There’s a gentleman whose name one hears 
as frequently as that of any name in the 
state, Attorney General Wade Ellis, who is 
a native of the state where the people are not 
afraid of anything but water. He was reporter 
of the Cincinnati Times Star and Commercial 
Gazette in the latter part of the eighties and 
was managing editor of the Commercial 
Tribune. He still has the stamp of the news¬ 
paper office upon him. It’s a stamp that is 
never wholly obliterated no matter how dim¬ 
med by time. 

19 v. & v. F. 


Mr. Ellis is now one of the leading mem¬ 
bers of the Hamilton county bar and was one 
of the chief factors in the drawing of the 
municipal code* of Ohio. He is extremely 
popular and has a wide reputation as an inde¬ 
fatigable worker in all that tends to weaken 
error and promote the best laws. In the work 
that devolves upon him he speaks much in 
public and is one of the few men who appear 
to better advantage before a large audience 
than among a few. 







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Wade H. Ellis. 















YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


291 


GOV. HERRICK’S SALUTE. 


“I’ve changed my opinion of Governor Her¬ 
rick,” remarked an old soldier, who stood 
near the entrance to the Harrison building, as 
he looked toward the State House and the 
reviewing stand in front of it, now bare and 
forbidding, but so recently aglow with life 
and color, as the glittering pageantry of the 
Knight Templar’s swept by it. 

Yes, continued the veteran, “I’ve heard 
Governor Herrick hadn’t any sympathy with 
the old soldiers, but I know he must have, 
or he could not make one feel that his heart 
was in the salute to the colors as he did 
yesterday. I was standing where I couldn’t 
see the advancing line, but I had a good view 
of his face and knew by it when the colors 
were near. Such an expression, it changed 


him entirely. I had noticed his silk hat ard 
gloves, thinking there was too much elegance 
about him, but Jerusalem, when'he swept that 
silk hat to the left in salute, I was most 
swept off my feet. The expression on his face 
was a complete revelation to me, for it showed 
that he had love akin to ours, for the old red, 
white and blue, as tho it w r ere something more 
than a part of that gorgeous parade, as tho 
it were almost a living thing as it seemed to 
be to us when we followed it through the 
hell of battle. It wasn’t a made-up look, it 
w r as genuine and I’m here to tell you no man 
could look at the flag as he did without some 
regard for the old defenders of it, so I’ve 
changed my opinion of him. 


GENERAL BOOTH’S HANDS. 


“General Booth? Yes, I’ve heard him speak 
several times. A man of commanding per¬ 
sonality and striking appearance. His pic¬ 
tures give some idea of him with his great 
mane of white hair and long flowing beard 
and the deep glowing eyes that look out from 
this white frame, but no picture or descrip¬ 
tion of him that I’ve seen, portrays that which 
seems to me is his real power. I think it lies 
in his hands for with one exception Bern¬ 
hard’s— they are the most eloquent hands I’ve 
ever seen. Like those of the great actress, 
General Booth’s hands talk—they implore, they 


command, they bless, they control irresistibly, 
w T hile one sits beneath the magic of their 
movements, one recalls the lines: 

“Hands that the rod of Empire May have 
swayed 

Or waked to ecstacy the Living Lyre.” 

Apropos of this, if you ever have the op¬ 
portunity, do not fail to shake hands with 
him. It will furnish you a new experience, 
for tho velvety soft to the touch, his hand 
has back of it the force of a battery. 





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A GREAT POLITICAL GENERAL. 


“Its no wonder you didn’t recognize Sena¬ 
tor Foraker, if you haven’t seen him for 
more than a decade, or if you thought he 
would appear as he did in that picture in the 
Governor’s office that portrays him as 
chief executive of Ohio, and one of the hand¬ 
somest men in the country. He’s changed 
much since then, but is it cause for wonder? 
A man can’t be continually in a fight without 
showing the effects of warfare and Senator 
Foraker has been in a struggle of some sort 
ever since—as a boy of sixteen, he ran away 
from home to get into the fighting of Sixty- 
one; for after the war in the arena of law and 
politics there has always been a place where 
his services were in demand in this, his best 
role. 

“No, that isn’t his wife. I don’t think she 
comes to Columbus very frequently. The last 
time I saw her she was visiting in Wellston, 
her girlhood home. She is known there as 
Julia Bundv; her father Hezekiah Bundy, was 
one of the most influential men in southern 
Ohio. He was a member of Congress, had 
vast business interests, and was widely known 
as an iron king. 

Mrs. Foraker is a strikingly handsome 
woman and has three beautiful daughters. 
Florence, who married Bentley Matthews of 
Cincinnati, nephew of Stanley M. and Henry 
Matthews of New York; Julia and Luise 
and a son named for the first governor of the 
North-West Territory, Arthur St. Clair, and 
Benson, who is well known here in Columbus. 

Apropos of Senator Foraker, being such a 
beautiful fighter, I recently came across a 
glowing tribute accorded him by General 
Sherman in a speech in Cincinnati many years 
ago. Here it is : 

“I well remember you as you rode into my 
quarters when Johnson struck my left in 
North Carolina. You burst upon us in a 
grove of pines, with a message from Slocum 
saying he needed to be re-inforced. I re-call 
your figure, splashed with mud, your spurs that 
were red, your splendid horse, hard ridden and 
panting, and how you sat erect, and I shall 
not forget the soldier you looked and were. 
I marked you well and thought of the honors 


that were due you. You have gloriously at¬ 
tained them and I believe they await you.” 

This word picture of Senator Foraker is 
one that will not fade from the public mind, 
for one always thinks of him as riding swiftly, 
daringly, determinedly toward the accomp¬ 
lishment of his purpose and this purpose 
always involves earnestness, responsibility. 
One never associates his name with fads or 
foibles of any description. He doesn’t pose 
as a connisseur in the fine arts nor is he dis¬ 
tinguished as a linguist, but in the art of 
statecraft he stands today without a peer and 
in one language he is a master. As Foraker, 
the soldier boy rode in those far off years 
fearlessly, superbly, toward the difficult and 
dangerous, toward that which he knew he 
could do because it is the mission of genius 
to dare and, disdainful of delay, press for¬ 
ward to achievement, so today as a white- 
haired senator, he rides boldly over political 
pitfalls and boulders of opposition and waves 
the red flag of defiance before the eyes of 
those who threaten him with political ex¬ 
tinction. 

Senator Foraker’s power sweeps all along 
the fighting line and in every contest in which 
he has engaged, he has inspired his followers 
with faith that the Sundering Flood could 
not destroy even when it seemed to others 
he would go down upon the rocks of defeat 
or in the mire of deep and damning criticism 
as he rode at times with but one foot in the 
stirrup, never slackening his pace. 

In all the years of his public life as lawyer, 
judge, governor and leader of leaders in the 
greatest political body in the world, there 
has never been the slightest sign of indecision 
upon the part of Joseph Benson Foraker when 
there was need of speech or action, and within 
the last thirty years there has been no great 
problem confronting the Republic that his 
clear, creative mind has not grappled with 
strength that emanated from inherent ability 
and splendid preparation, until today his most 
pronounced opponents either within or with¬ 
out his party accord admiration to the bril¬ 
liancy of his intellect and the breadth of his 
statesmanship, acknowledging that in these 






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attributes he is the peer of Blaine and Conk- 
ling; but neither friend nor foe can classify 
the dauntless will that never weakens before 
the most terrific assault nor the matchless 
skill that parries every thrust in a forensic 
contest, for these are incontestably—Foraker. 

It is this dauntless courage that gives him 
power phenomenal; for all the world ad¬ 
mires a fighter, whether it be upon some hard 
contested field where death itself were better 
than to yield, or in forensic fight where one 
stands against the many with no battery but 
his brains, no weapons but his wit, his calm, 
cool, cutting logic and the flame of his elo¬ 
quence, but these powerful, invincible, crush¬ 
ing, annihilating. 

But if all other records of his service were 
blotted from the history of the nation save 
that which he so gallantly rendered while yet 
his years were in their teens, still on. the 


scroll of fame among the greatest of the 
age would stand the name of Foraker, for 
to him was given in the very morning of hfs 
life the sweet and deathless homage due the 
ideal soldier; and in all the Grand Army 
of the Republic there is not one member 
who forgets that as a boy he stormed the 
heights of Missionary Ridge, marched with 
Sherman to the Sea and then rode forth 
as only a boy with heart aflame with warrior 
pride could ride, to carry a thrilling message. 

How well the young lieutenant carried that 
message, the renowned Sherman has told. 
After that daring ride it was not strange the 
Hillsboro boy should wear a captain’s shoul¬ 
der straps when he came from the war, nor 
is it strange that one endowed with his 
magnetic power of leadership should be Ohio’s 
greatest political general. 



Senator Foraker. 


















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DR. MORRIS’ REMINISCENCES. 


Recently I called at the home of the dis¬ 
tinguished scholar, educator and divine, Rev. 
Dr. E. B. Morris, who was pastor of the 
Second Presbyterian Church prior to and 
during the Civil War, but had been absent 
from the city for a period of thirty years be¬ 
fore returning to live a retired life. 

A pretty maid led the way to a room that 
seemed filled with the pictures of the Ma¬ 
donna. While I was studying the various 
poses and expressions of the pictures, Dr. 
Morris entered. 

Despite the fact that he was a minister in 
the pioneer days of Columbus and that he 
had been in poor health, Dr. Morris who is 
a man of majestic mold is singularly erect 
and seems to be the possessor of unusual 
strength. 

For several moments after he had been 
asked to tell of the long ago, Dr. Morris 
remained in a meditative mood, then talked 
at some length and said much to awaken ad¬ 
miration for the founders of the church and 
the inspiring way in which they helped shape 
the destiny of the city. 

With regard to his call to accept the pastor¬ 
ate of the Second Presbyterian Church in this 
city, the noted divine said: 

“My immediate predecessor, Dr. Hitchcock, 
and one of the noblest men I ever knew, hav¬ 
ing been elected to the presidency of the 
Western Reserve College, resigned his charge 
to accept that responsible position and I be¬ 
came the pastor of the Second Prebyterian 
Church. 

Dr. Morris then described Columbus as it 
was over thirty years ago, mentioning that 
when he first came to the city there were but 
few houses east of Parsons Avenue and on 
the north beyond Union Station. High Street 
was a country road; Franklinton was a sepa¬ 
rate village, and the population of Columbus 
was only about 20,000 including prisoners in 
the state prison. 

Many of his earlier friends were mentioned 
by the distinguished divine among them 
Samuel L. Woodbury who contributed the lot 


now occupied by the Central Presbyterian 
Church. 

Illustrative of the mournful ravages of time, 
was the simple statement: 

“Of the members when I became pastor of 
the church, but eight or ten are now members, 
and of those whom I left when I resigned, 
twelve years later less than a score are still 
in its connection. Only one officer is left, Mr. 
Jonas McCune. 

Reminiscences of Columbus prior to and 
during the Civil War were particularly inter¬ 
esting. Among other statements relative to 
this eventful period, Dr. Morris said: 

“The Capitol Building was in process of 
completion in 1855, and the buildings on High 
and State Street were still occupied by the 
state officials. The legislature met in rented 
halls on the w r est side of High opposite the 
Capitol, and the high fence that had been 
erected to guard the state prisoners while at 
work on the building remained. 

I had personal acquaintance with several of 
the governors : Chase, Demison, Tod, Brough, 
and their successors down to 1767 — and I 
knew most of the state officers during those 
years of anxiety and bereavement caused by 
the war. 

In a graphic manner Dr. Morris then de¬ 
scribed some of the scenes incident to the war, 
especially the hospitals and camps. In this 
connection he said: 

“It was my privilege to carry testaments and 
religions literature or other comforts to the 
soldiers in Camp Chase, and for ten days I 
acted as private chaplain, also as officer of a 
regiment.” 

Of himself Dr. Morris made this brief and 
characteristic statement: 

“I came from Auburn, N. Y., where I was 
pastor of the Second Presbyterian Church 
and in which place I had pursued my theo¬ 
logical studies. I resigned my position as 
pastor in this place to accept the position of 
professorship of Ecclesiastical History and 
Church Polity in the Theological Seminary in 
Cincinnati.” 




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The Old State House. 



















































































































































































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A DAUGHTER OF THE FIRST FAMILIES. 


Few people are more closely connected with 
those who form an inseparable part of the 
history of Columbus than Mrs. Parmela Sul- 
livant Neil, wife of Robert E. Neil, whose 
family has been associated with Columbus 
interests for more than three-quarters of a 
century, for Mrs. Neil is the granddaughter of 
Lucas Sullivant, who founded the town and 
of Dr. James Hoge. first minister in the First 
Presbyterian church; the great niece of Lvne 
Starling through whose generosity the Star¬ 
ling Medical College was founded; the niece 
of Joseph Sullivant whose interest in litera¬ 
ture, science, industrial and educational enter¬ 
prises equipped him for service as one of the 
projectors of the town and the daughter of 
William Sullivant, who gave distinction to the 
town founded by his father, through his fame 
as a botanist and biologist, being the most 
eminent American scholar of his time in these 
lines, his name being given to several species 
of flora that he discovered and is as well 
known in Europe as at home. 

But Mrs. Neil is interesting, not only 
through her family, but in her own person¬ 
ality, being one of the most helpful, inspiring 
and lovable women in the city. I had a talk 
with her in her apartments at the Hartman 
a few days ago and was given an illuminative 
picture of a period more picturesque than ours 
for it was my privilege to walk with her 
through Columbus history halls and hear the 
stories of many portraits grouped upon the 
walls. 

While Mrs. Xeil talked of old time friends, 
of balls and dinners and phases of social in¬ 
tercourse of her youth, many of the white- 
haired men and women of to-day passed from 
my sight and in their places trooped the 
youths and maidens of more than half a cen¬ 
tury ago when pleasures were fewer than 
now but more exquisite; when young people 
had time to gather the roses of romance and 
men of thirty weren’t bored by the thought of 
a dance, for it was the era of the Virginia 
reel and money musk and horse-back riding 
in the dusk. 

Contemplating her memory pictures, Mrs. 
Neil gave a graphic description of the burn¬ 
ing of the Old State House, and referred to 
the changes that have taken place since then, 


citing one of very recent occurrence that af¬ 
fected her greatly, the transformation of the 
First Presbyterian Church into a newspaper 
office and the removal of the spire that was a 
feature of the old landmark. In speaking of 
this she said : — 

"I chanced to be on the street when the 
workmen loosed the steeple, and when I saw 
it begin to sway it seemed to me some living 
thing was falling; you see it was a vital part 
of my life and it did not seem that life could 
be the same to me if I could not look up to 
that spire that reached up so straight and tall 
as tho it sought even in a material way to 
join our bit of earth with something better. 
I couldn't look upon its fall. It made me so 
ill I had to go home.” 

The gentle voice of the sensitive gentle¬ 
woman was broken by emotions evoked 
through the remembrance of the initial step 
in the destruction of that which had been so 
dear to the grandsire who still lives in the 
works he wrought and the truth he taught: 
but. with a little tremulous smile she glided 
back to the more dimly lighted halls of his¬ 
tory and talked of the time when the fashion¬ 
able quarter of Columbus was in the heart of 
the present city, scarcely extending beyond the 
boundaries of Rich and Spring, Front and 
Fourth streets. 

On the memory map furnished by Mrs. Neil 
we traced the homes of some of the first fam¬ 
ilies of Columbus and I learned that Gov¬ 
ernor Dennison lived on Chestnut street 
where Abraham Lincoln was his guest while 
on his way to Washington for his first in¬ 
auguration; that the Kelly mansion on Broad 
street, when constructed, was considered out 
in the country; that Mr. J. W. Andrews lived 
for years in the building now used as Re¬ 
publican State headquarters. Gustavus Swan 
lived on High street; Peter Hayden's home 
was near Wesley Chapel, the old Ridgeway 
house was where the Spahr building now 
stands, and the first double house built in 
Columbus, 60 and 63 East Broad street, was 
the innovation of an eastern family named 
Gregory and after their removal under the 
regime of the Medary’s became a great meet¬ 
ing place for politicians in that passionate 
political period before the Civil War. 



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Prior to that period the Deshler house was 
where the bank now stands; the house now 
owned by Mr. Charles Hayden was occupied 
by Governor Chase, whose daughter Kate 
Chase, was then but a young girl, but who 
later as the wife of Governor Sprague, famous 
as a beautiful woman and brilliant politician, 
while visiting in Columbus was given a 
reception in the old Parsons home on Par¬ 
sons Avenue where resplendent in point lace 
and diamond flowers, her appearance was 
typical of her career which in social and po¬ 
litical triumphs was for years one long dazz¬ 
ling dream. 

Altho Mrs. Neil talked entertainingly of the 
social affairs of that era she did not refer 
to her family’s nor her own part in them save 
as an observer; later from old residents I 
learned that the home of Michael Sullivant, 
West Broad Street was famed for its open 
doors and warm welcome, awaiting all, and 
that the sound of light laughter, sweet music, 
gay voices and dancing feet was the rule and 
not the exception in that bright home that is 
now — strongly illustrative of life’s contrasts, 
a convent — separated from the world by 
grim stone walls. 

How delightfully informal those dancing 
parties were may be imagined from the fact 
that they were often the result of but an 
hour’s premeditation. For instance, Mr. Sulli¬ 
vant would meet his daughter driving about 
town and tell her to get her carriage full of 
friends, take them home and get the can¬ 
dles arranged as he had invited the members 
of the legislature out to dance. Invitations 
were then sent to his friends by messengers, 
supper ordered from Ambos, music from this 
or that place, and under the soft glow of the 
candles, an evening of pleasure resulted with¬ 
out days and nights of planning. 

From these same old residents I learned 
that in the old days, Mrs. Neil’s home was 
famous for its hospitality, especially when she 


lived just north of the Y. M. C. A. building, 
in the house built and for a long time occu¬ 
pied by Mr. Demas Adams Sr., who was 
very fond of giving fine dinners and balls. 
In the time of the Neil’s, the house was not 
permitted to lose any of its prestige, being 
the scene of many of the most eventful and 
brilliant functions. One, a reception to Presi¬ 
dent Filmore, when he visited this city. 

Another, a ball that with one exception (the 
Widowers’ Ball, when Michael Sullivant, 
William Deshler, Demas Adams’ Jr., Joshua 
Baldwin and Francis Drake were the hosts,) 
was the most brilliant ever held in the Capital 
city. 

Among Mr. and Mrs. Neil’s guests were 
Mrs. M. C. Whitney, then Miss Flora Payne 
of Cincinnati, Miss Constance Fenimore 
Woolson, an authoress, and Mrs. Pugh of 
Cincinnati, who wore lace presented to her by 
the Czarina, through the Russian ambassador. 

Varied and beautiful were the costumes and 
lovely were the women, but tradition has it 
that among them all none were so attractive 
as the hostess, in a simple gown of white 
tulle. 

As another exemplification of life’s contrasts 
it is interesting to know that Mrs. Neil's home 
in war time was the gathering place of women 
who wished to sew for the boys who had 
gone to war. 

Altho the past is dear to Mrs. Neil, her 
interest in the affairs of to-day is intense 
especially those that tend toward the better¬ 
ment of conditions and the uplifting of hu¬ 
manity. Her manner is tinged with the 
stillness that creeps into the lives of those 
who have seen many dear ones die but years 
and sorrow have not impaired her heart force 
and none can meet her without a feeling of 
affection. Honored in the present, crowned 
with the memory of a happy past, she wears 
with dignity the badge of a beautiful and use¬ 
ful life. 


BE FOR THAT DAY A CHILD. 


You must offer thanks for blessings you say, 

You must render God great praise, 

And so you have designated a day 
Apart from all other days— 

A day to rejoice and have much good cheer 
And meet with old friends once more — 

A day to go back to old homes so dear 
And renew the joys of yore. 

A day to ignoiie the griefs that are past, 

E'en tho they were deep and wild, 

To the winds each sorrow and care to cast 
And be for that day a child — 

A child that still seeks its accustomed place 
And demands its old time chair, 

Then looks around on each well beloved face 
As tho ’twere good to be there. 

For tho friends prove cold or basely untrue, 

Tho ambition prove but a snare, 

Oh, what will it matter to you and you 
As you bask in the loving care, 

That is doubly sweet after stormy strife 
Where the worst had to be the best, 

For it acts like balm on the wounds of life 
And soothes the fever — unrest. 

So if as Christians, or heathens, that day, 

We turn from life’s cares to meet • 

The dear ones, from whom we so often stray, 

Let thought be peacefully sweet; 

This day at least have done with regretting 
That this or that plan went wrong; 

Practice for once the art of forgetting 
That life is aught but a song. 

And should some faces be missing that day, 

Forbid that this should cause gloom, 

For surely, oh surely, across the way 
Their thoughts turn back to the room 
Where always they came from — earth’s fairest place 
Or paths most rugged and lone — 

To live for a day in the restful grace 
That hallows each dear old home. 

Verse published in New York Times, St. Louis Star and Columbus Neivspapers. 


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WANTED TO TALK WITH 
SANTA CLAUS. 


THREE-YEAR-OLD COLUMBUS GIRL TRIES TO REACH HIM 
OVER THE STATE JOURNAL TELEPHONE. 


“Is this Santa?” came the question, 

O’er the Journal telephone; 

And a bird’s song seemed to mingle 
With the clear, sweet childish tone. 
“No, this isn’t Santa, darling” — 

Great reluctance marked the words — 
“This is the State Journal speaking.” 

Then again like song of birds 
Came the voice, “But I want Santa. 

Will you tell him that I do?” 

“If I see him, little woman, 

I shall surely mention you.” 

“When he comes please call up Ury’s— 
Where’s my home, out on Oak street — 
Six, six, nine, now don’t forget me — 
Who is speaking, Marguerite.” 


It was an unusual call that came over the 
State Journal telephone a few days prior to 
Christmas. Little Marguerite Ury, the three- 
year-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Ury, of 
Oak street, was trying in all sincerity to 
speak with Santa Claus. She is one of the 
sweet quaint children seen so rarely now that 
they are called old-fashioned. She is in the 
full enjoyment of the Santa Claus belief, and 
altho she was unable to locate him in the 
Journal office her faith is unshaken and with¬ 
out doubt it will be rewarded. This faith 
was most apparent in the use of word “when,” 
upon which she placed stress as if to refute 
the contingent “if.” 



Marguerite Ury. 

Not.“if” but when,” dear, little child, 

Thy voice came like a dream; 

To quell a mood most dark and wild, 

Until once more I seem — 

To feel the joy that once I knew 
When faith like thine inspired, 

And I believed the good and true 
Would gain what they desired — 

To' feel the joy and strength and power 
That once made life complete— 

Oh, would each hour, held many a flower. 
Like thou, dear Maraguerite. 


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COLUMBUS MEN WHO WOULD LIKE 
TO LIVE A CENTURY. 


Two days prior to the close of nineteen 
hundred and three, when their thoughts were 
being irresistibly drawn into the channel cut 
by the closing of a year, a number of well- 
known Columbus men were asked a question 
that involved retrospection, contemplation of 
existing conditions and at least slight specu¬ 
lation as to the future. With few exceptions 
they gave affirmative replies to the query: 
“Would you live until the hundredth anniver¬ 
sary of your birth?” 

However, they qualified their replies with 
remarks that are given to the readers of the 
S^ate Journal without comment, for these 
statements are their best commentaries. 

JUDGE SPEAR TALKS. 

Judge William T. Spear, of the Supreme 
court, in his genial wav said: "When one 
has outlived one’s usefulness, it is time to go.” 

“Do you mean that this would necessarily 
follow if one lived to be a hundred?” 

Not necessarily, but in all probability. But 
let me ask you this: If one who had always 
tried to do his work faithfully and had 
helped his fellow creatures to the best of his 
ability, sharing the resources and responsi¬ 
bilities, the pleasures and pursuits that give 
color to the hours, could continue to have a 
part in these, what do you think would be 
the natural inclination of such a one relative 
to your question?” 

“To live a hundred years or more.” 

“That’s it, so you have my view of the 
subject.” 

DOES NOT WISH TO RUST. 

Mayor Jeffrey’s tone was clear and decisive, 
as he replied: “No, I don’t wish to live to 
be a hundred. I’d rather live this life all 
out in forty years, for it isn’t how long, but 
how one lives, that counts, and I don’t wish 
to rust. I’d rather wear out.” 

“Does the rusting process begin at forty?” 

“Not always, but when forty years are filled, 
yes crowded to their utmost capacity with 
that which constitutes real life, the chances 
are that there will be a desire for rest ex¬ 


ceeding the restlessness that spurs one to 
struggle and achieve. I don’t wish existence 
prolonged when that time arrives.” 

MANAGER BODA BEGS QUESTION. 

Lee Boda, manager of the Great Southern 
theater, responded : 

“How would you like to leave me out?” 

“Not at all, or I should have done so in 
the first place. As you’ve left it to my pref¬ 
erence, proceed.” 

“Well, I wouldn’t have to live very long to 
be that old.” 

“You are begging the question with an ab¬ 
surdity.” 

“No, I’m not, it’s a fact; I’m really old.” 

“Your appearance doesn’t help that state¬ 
ment. Perhaps the wrinkles are all on your 
heart.” 

HAS A MARRIED SON. 

“This is too much,” despairingly, then tri¬ 
umphantly with renewed hope. \“Why I have 
a married son,” and Mr. Boda looked about 
in a satisfied way as though the assertion of 
this fact placed him close to the century mark, 
then added, "But, I wouldn’t mind living to 
be a hundred if conditions did not change too 
much.” 

At this juncture, Harry Westerman, the 
cartoonist, and a dramatic critic entered the 
room and the subject being mentioned, Mr. 
Westerman made the laconic remark: 

“Put me down for nine hundred, please.” 

John Joyce, sr., replied: 

FEARS BEING A BURDEN. 

“No, I should not like to live that long, for 
by that time I might be a burden to myself. 
So far life has been very pleasant for me and 
I’m not worrying about how long it shall con¬ 
tinue. Of course, I know the time will come 
when I shall not be here, but the world will 
get along as well without me, so I don’t care 
to have life prolonged to a period when my 
family, my friends and old associates would 
be gone, but as my father lived to be ninety- 
five and seemed to enjoy life at that age I 


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302 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


ought to be able to live ten or fifteen years 
longer without feeling that life was burden¬ 
some,” and Mr. Joyce laughed in the hearty 
manner of one who could live more than a 
century without being old. 

DEPENDS ON CIRCUMSTANCES. 

Howard Park, the banker, responded with 
characteristic brevity. 

“That would depend.” 

“Upon what?” 

“Upon circumstances and the condition of 
my health; if these were favorable, I would 
like to live as long as I could see anyone else 
walking around if that were a hundred years 
or more.” 

L. C. Laylin, secretary of state, in his grave, 
gentle way, replied: “The desire for long 
life depends upon one’s environment and tem¬ 
perament, but if the surroundings and condi¬ 
tions were such that I could be of any use in 
the world I should like to live to be a 
hundred, for life is valuable when it yields 
the highest form of happiness, service that 
shall benefit others.” 

Hon. Henry Taylor, whose words are al¬ 
ways tinged with the earnestness of his nature, 
said: 

OLD AGE MIGHT BE PLEASANT. 

“If the physical and mental powers were 
not affected by radical changes, life at the 
age of a hundred might be very pleasant for 
oneself and profitable for others, for what 
one lost in strength might have compensation 
in the wisdom gained through experience and 
the serenity that follows strife. If this were 
the case I should like to live a hundred years.” 

Ben Harmon, manager of the Great South¬ 
ern hotel, who has learned more philosophy 
in his intercourse with the public than many a 
recognized philosopher, said: 

DEPENDS ON WORKING CAPACITY. 

“Yes, I should like to live that long pro¬ 
vided I could retain the power to do sorm 
work, for this would largely compensate for 
all the losses that time might bring and as 
long as I have the capacity for work I can 
get much of the joy of life, for it is struggle 
that gives to life its supreme importance.” 

Congressman DeWitt C. Badger in his 
genial way said: 

“It would depend upon conditions, the 
most important of which would be the reten¬ 
tion of at least fairly good health. While 
health remains hope does not desert one and 


hope is that which makes life worth while, for 
it leads to effort. So, if I could be assured 
of even fairly good health, I should like to 
live to be a hundred.” 

“Don’t you think a centenarian with health 
and hope would feel lonely, having lived to 
see most of his friends pass from earth.” 

FEW FRIENDS A COMPENSATION. 

“Not necessarily, for as the years pass one 
makes new friends who, while they cannot 
quite take the place of the old ones, may yet 
be sources of the greatest comfort if we have 
in our hearts the sympathy that draws them 
toward us. But even without friends, health or 
hope or anything that would seemingly make 
life desirable, the majority of people love and 
cling to it and prolong it, even if each breath 
is drawn in agony.” 

Judge Badger then related in his inimitable 
manner the allegory in which Nature is repre¬ 
sented as assigning to the inhabitants of the 
earth their allotted time and laughingly ended 
his story with the words: 

INCLINATION REMAINS UN- 
CHANGEED. 

“It may be that human beings are less wise 
than the dog and the jackass and other ani¬ 
mals in wishing to prolong their stay here, 
but, wise or unwise, the inclination of man 
in general remains unchanged.” 

Mr. Baker, the photographer, replied: 

“I should like to be here when I had lived 
a century just to see how the world would 
appear at that time, for if the stupendous 
strides that have been made in every line with¬ 
in my memory continue until the hundredth 
anniversary of my birth, this world will be 
such a marvelous place that it will be worth 
while remaining here, even if one does suffer 
some of the infirmities that go with extreme 
old age.” 

J. Y. Bassell, secretary of the board of 
trade and optimist in a high degree, replied: 

NOT WEARY OF WORLD. 

“I am not weary of the world. I can still 
enjoy the beauty of flowers, the splendor of 
the sun and the influence of the stars. I am 
as much interested in athletics as I was when 
I was a boy; I can throw myself into pleasure 
with zest and in all my work I have the en¬ 
ergy I 'had in youth, so it seems to me that 
if I should live to be a hundred I would not 
be very old nor suffer from impaired faculties 


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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 

/ 


to any great extent, so I’m willing to risk one 
hundred years. Perhaps my view of a cen¬ 
tury of life is influenced by the fact that I had 
two grandsires who lived more than a hun¬ 
dred years.” 

Colonel W. A. Taylor, politician and poet, 
said: 

LIVE AS LONG AS USEFUL. 

‘‘I would like to live as long as I can be 
of any use in the world, but I should not like 
to be dependent upon others.” 

“In what sense do you use the word de¬ 
pendent?” 

“In every sense. I should not like to have 
life prolonged if I could not give to the 
world as much as I received as sustenance or 
sympathy. I would not like to be lost in the 
desert of old age where there is neither hope 
nor triumph, for life would have no value if 
I could not in some degree be a part of the 
better self of the world and a source of 
strength to some few at least in time of their 
greatest need.” 

Mr. Dunn, the popular merchant, re¬ 
sponded : 

YEARS JUST AS GREEN. 

“I can best reply in the words of the man 
who, when he had attained great age and was 
asked if he did not long for the time when 
he should leave this vale of tears, said: 


“To me the grass is just as green, the sky 
is just as blue, the summer air as delightful as 
when I was a boy, and the winter’s frost, 
with the added zest it gives to life, is as wel¬ 
come as it was then.” 

“As it was with this man so it is with me 
now and so I think it would be if I lived a 
century, so I can see no reason why I should 
not wish to live that long.” 

George J. Karb, former mayor of Colum¬ 
bus and sheriff to be, said: “I should like 
to live to be a hundred so that I could listen 
to every one’s troubles and griefs.” 

NEED NOT WAIT. 

“If that’s a joke you’ll have to tell me and 
if you are serious you needn’t wait until 
you’re a hundred to hear of troubles and 
trials. I can begin with mine now, if you 
like.” 

“Oh, please don’t, or I’ll miss the chance 
of living to be a hundred.” 

“That would be too bad for if you live that 
long you might get many other offices; you 
might even be nominated for sheriff again 
and have a renewal of all pleasures of the 
campaign.” 

“Hold, enough. It makes me feel like I 
had lived a thousand years every time I think 
of that.” 


GOVERNOR BUSHNELL’S LAST REVIEW. 


“He is not dead but sleeping now.” 

How often night and day 
These words thrilled out to anxious ones 
Who paused upon their way — 

To ask of one whose earthly bark 
Was drifting on death’s tide; 

Tho but a little while before 
These by our new chief’s side, 

He bared to winter wind his brow 
And with the old-time smile, 

The old-time, gallant, gracious bow, 

Viewed many a moving mile; 


Ay, watched with eyes undimmed and proud 
The lines that marched so true, 

And with a deepening pleasure bowed 
To our “Old Boys in Blue.” 

With no regret for chieftain’s crown 
He greeted the new chief; 

Our sons from highest places, down 
Can step and know no grief. 

Of weariness there was no trace, 

No wish for dreamless sleep 
Was mirrored on his smiling face 
Nor in the eye’s quick sweep; 


And who had thought that in this hour 
For him had come the sign 
To leave earth’s gladness, pomp and power 
For life in other clime. 


January, 1904. 




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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


UNIS DANS LA MORTE. 


“United in death!” shall these words be said 
When we’ve passed from the things of 
earth 

To where our dear ones shall say, “They are 
dead,” 

Tho we live in another birth —r 


“United in death!” oh, false, mocking words, 
How can death unite what is one; 

As well say the melody thrilled by birds 
Is a sound from that which is dumb. 

—“The Cast.” 


AT THE NEIL HOUSE. 


WOMEN BECOME INTIMATE ON THE SCORE OF 

IDEAS IN COMMON. 


LARGE SIMPLICITY OF CHARACTER AN EVIDENCE OF THE 

BROADEST CULTURE. 


It’s odd how well acquainted women who 
live in different worlds can become in a short 
time when they meet on the borderland of 
similar feelings and exchange confidences. 
An instance happened one rainy day recently 
when two met in the parlor of that historical 
old place, the Neil house. 

One sat half concealed by the draperies of 
window when the other entered and took a 
seat near a window, where she stared gloom¬ 
ily at the drizzling rain, the leaden sky and 
the passing pedestrians. 

For a half hour she sat thus, then as a 
hearse passed she said: 

“It just needed that to complete the—” 

“Dreariness,” said the woman at the other 
window. 

The first speaker glanced with quick inter¬ 
est at the other and replied: 

RAIN IS SUGGESTIVE. 

“Yes, that’s the word needed.” 

“I take it that the rain affects you very 
much. I know how to sympathize with you, 
for it makes me positively ill,” said the other. 

“It makes me worse than ill,” was the 
reply. “It always suggests the loneliness of 
churchyards with newly-made, rain-soaked 


graves, like ghastly scars upon the earth. 
That hearse just finished my gloom picture.” 

“I should think so,” said the other with 
a little shudder. “Have you ever noticed 
how different the rumble of a hearse is from 
any other conveyance? It’s quite distinguish¬ 
able. I can tell when one is passing with my 
eyes closed. It’s singular how susceptible we 
are to things when not in good health. 
The rain always had a bad effect upon me, 
but prior to a long illness I could more readi¬ 
ly overcome the depression it causes.” 

“I used to overcome it too when I could 
walk all the time it rained or until thoroughly 
exhausted. Now such a cure is usually fol¬ 
lowed by an attack of pleurisy that requires 
a mustard plaster.” 

“Between the two evils which do you 
choose as the lesser?” 

“Usually the pleurisy and plaster. I can’t 
stay indoors. I should like to get in a car¬ 
riage whenever it rains and have swift horses 
sweep me through it.” 

As she spoke the Columbus woman took a 
low seat near her companion, who replied: 

“I have done that scores of times. We 
seem to have many ideas in common.” 

“It’s the fellowship of feeling. I seem to 







YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


305 


have known you. Please put on your hat and 
perhaps I can identify you.” 

“With pleasure,” said the stranger as with 
quick grace of movement she took from the 
window sill and adjusted one of the simply 
trimmed hats that always appear inexpensive 
to the uninitiated. “There,” she added, “does 
my hat lend assistance to memory?” 

"No, but it completes a pleasing picture,” 
said the other in the impersonal way that does 
not offend as she became conscious of that 
which had pleased in general effect but which 
she had not noticed in detail. Her compan¬ 
ion was well dressed in the sense indicative 
of discriminating taste and the means to gra¬ 
tify it, while added to this discrimination in 
selection she possessed that which money can¬ 
not buy and the most artistic costumer cannot 
supply — the art of knowing how to wear. 

Passing from the picture presented, the 
Columbus woman in contemplative tones con¬ 
tinued : 

“No, I haven’t met you, but you seem a 
part of some half-remembered dream.” 

“I understand that elusive feeling.” 

And then in contrast to that first half hour 
of silence there followed an hour of delight¬ 
ful converse. 

With the discursiveness that drives most 
men to distraction, these two flitted from com¬ 
ments concerning the streets below to far-off 
lands which the visitor had seen and from 
points of interest in the old world to “our own 
State House” and “our own statesmen,” with 
a gentle touch on both these “institutions” 
before they sailed on the sea of language to 
the shores of law and thence into the Law 
Library. 

The advent of the husband disclosed that 
the visitors were Mr. and Mrs. Oscar New¬ 
man, of Portsmouth, O. 

After Mr. Newman left for a few moments 
people prominent in professional and political 
life were discussed. Among these were a 
former congressman and his wife, who is one 
of the social leaders in Columbus, noted for 
the exquisite entertainments given under her 
roof. 

From remarks relative to this woman, who 
has brought a tinge of the Washington at¬ 
mosphere to Columbus, it seemed but a step 
to the national capital and the charm of its 


cosmopolitan life. While this was the theme, 
a chance remark of Mrs. Newman’s caused 
the quick inquiry: 

“You have lived in Washington?” 

“Yes, it was there I first met Mrs. Outh- 
waite. I was living there with my father, 
Judge Thompson.” 

The Columbus woman knew that the father 
of her chance acquaintance is now United 
States district judge and had been a member 
of the Forty-ninth congress at the time men¬ 
tioned and that then and later he had been 
the associate of those who ,were stamping 
their individuality upon the life of the nation 
when Ohio was represented at Washington 
by such men as McKinley, John Sherman, Ben 
Butterworth, James Campbell, General Gros- 
venor, Joseph H. Outhwaite and many others 
who have strengthened the impression that 
Ohio’s chief production is brains. With this 
knowledge came the realization that her com¬ 
panion had been a part of the Washington of 
that period and had known the advantages 
and enjoyment of friendship with those whose 
works are an imperishable part of the history 
of the country and whose names are an in¬ 
spiration to the world. 

In response to inquiries, incidents relative 
to public men with side lights on their char¬ 
acters were given with cosmopolitan readiness 
by Mrs. Newman, whose talk while not dis¬ 
tinguished by sallies of wit or brilliant re¬ 
marks, had the easy touch, go and charm that 
holds the attention when too much earnest¬ 
ness would weary. ^ 

Among those whose habits and manners 
were depicted was that grand unique war¬ 
rior, Gen. Tecumseh Sherman, who was a 
frequent visitor in her home. 

Mr. Newman’s return with the announce¬ 
ment that it was train time brought to a 
close talk that embraced greeting and fare¬ 
well that in all probability was final. 

Back to the world went the Columbus 
woman, feeling better through having met one 
who was an exemplification of the fact that 
spirit is the only arbiter of social distinction 
and that those who have,the widest horizon 
and broadest culture, have also the large sim¬ 
plicity of character that sweeps down all the 
canons that lesser ones would fain maintain 
as guards to much sham dignity. 


20 v. & y. P. 




JOURNAL PICTURE TRUE TO LIFE 


While looking at the convention sketches 
in the State Journal last week, Congressman 
DeWitt C. Badger made a splendid subject 
for a caricaturist, especially when he caught 
a glimpse of Chairman Cannon, whom the 
artist, Mr. Harry Westerman, depicted as an 
exponent of the old style oratory. 

“Oh,” said the judge, “that is Uncle Joe in 
the life for there are no more frills on him, 
no more lines of beauty than are suggested 
right there.” 

Then with another hearty laugh in appre¬ 
ciation of the artist’s skill, he related many 
incidents that had as their central figure the 
presiding officer of the house, who has been 
described as “a post graduate course in Amer¬ 
ican history, and the uniquest thing that ever 
happened in this day or generation.” 

REMEMBERED WITH LAUGHTER. 

Judge Badger was especially delightful in 
his account of the way in which Speaker Can¬ 
non pounds his desk with his gavel, and in 
his reference to the merriment the speaker 
often produced by saying something similar 
to what he said when the house was in an 
uproar and he commanded that “all members 
will please sit down in the aisles.” 

Passing from these stories the judge told 
one that was recalled by a sketch of Gov¬ 
ernor Odell. Said he: 

“I don’t think I resemble Governor Odell, 
and I know I never even hoped to be as 
great a man as he, so I didn’t expect to be 
mistaken for him when I went to Washington, 
but that is exactly what happened and in 
what is usually considered an infallible place 
for identification — a barber shop. 

TAKEN FOR ODELL. 

“The old darkey who had charge of the 
one I patronized, addressed me as Governor 
Odell the first time I went there and per¬ 
sisted in this long afterward, despite my as¬ 
sertion to the contrary, and even after I had 
told him in a teasing way that I thought I 
was much better looking than Governor 
Odell. 


“He met this statement with a knowing nod 
and a remark that I was forced to accept 
as a finality at the time. 

“Afterward the old darkey and I became 
verj' good friends, but he continued to address 
me as second Governor Odell, and as he de¬ 
rived so much pleasure from this, I let him 
have his way, but it’s quite likely Governor 
Odell would have raised some serious objec¬ 
tion if he had known the man who had been 
chosen to occupy his place in the barber shop, 
for even there I couldn’t fill his chair.” 

TRIBUTE TO STATE JOURNAL. 

Here Congressman Badger again turned to 
the sketches that gave him so much enjoy¬ 
ment, making quaint remarks relative to these 
and with a glowing tribute to the enterprise 
of the paper that placed such excellent work 
before its patrons, referred to several bits of 
humor brought out on the surface of current 
events, and with shadowed face touched on 
the strong undercurrents of pathos and pain 
that were reflected from the printed page. 
Then, as if in resume, he said: 

“The Journal covers a field that is not 
reached by other papers and is read and ap¬ 
preciated because of certain features by those 
who are most bitterly opposed to it politically, 
to a larger extent, I think, than any other 
paper. I don’t know that it contains more 
news or that it is written in better style, or 
any real reason for it, but it’s the paper that 
many people think they would have to have if 
deprived of all others. 

DIFFICULT TO DESCRIBE. 

“It’s a little difficult to describe the hold 
it has upon people, for I don’t think it could 
be covered by saying it’s merely enterprise.” 

It was jestingly suggested that “atmosphere” 
be added to enterprise, to which Judge Badger 
responded with gusto: “That’s it exactly. It’s 
different from other sheets and in this differ¬ 
ence perhaps one finds the cause for the gen¬ 
eral favor in which it is held.” 



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CARICATURIST AT WORK 


The story, “Cartoons True to Life,” giving 
Judge Badger’s appreciation of Harry Wester- 
man’s work, has elicted much comment that 
echoed the genial congressman’s commenda¬ 
tion. 

Apropos of this comment it seems fitting 
to mention that “A Book of Cartoons,” with 
which Mr. Westerman recently favored the 
public has more than verified predictions re¬ 
garding it and has added to the popularity 
■of the young man whose drawings daily enter¬ 
tain and instruct thousands and have won 
for him international recognition. 

But altho Mr. Westerman’s name and 
achievements are known to countless hosts and 
an exceptionally large number of friends are 
proud of his work and devoted to his interests 
the general public as yet knows but little of 
him, and of no class is the public more in¬ 
satiate to know than of artists. They awaken 
interest that is not completely satisfied in 
contemplating their work — people wish to be 
introduced to them, made acquainted with 
their manner, methods, and so on. 

Having thrown thousands into the glare of 
the world’s footlights, where-they wriggled or 
smiled or cursed, according to their tempera¬ 
ment or the occasion, it seems but fair that 
Mr. Westerman should come to the front of 
the stage, but as he is far too modest to do 
this, the best place to see him is at work. 

The artist has never reached the critical 
point of the work fever where he throws 
things or audibly wishes that everyone in the 
world were a thousand miles away. Altho 
always busy it’s seldom that he cannot take 
time to talk for he has learned the artist’s 
treasury lies hidden in the human heart and 
through talk he acquires much that is of 
value in his work. 

After meeting Mr. Westerman it does not 
take long to learn that he is a contradiction 
of the conception formed of artists through 
exaggerated descriptions of them, for he wears 
his hair short, is not inordinately addicted to 
the flowing tie and is not hopelessly lost in 
his trousers even when it is the fashion to 


wear a clown’s pantaloons. Tho his appear¬ 
ance differs from that of ordinary men, it is 
due to his own individuality and not through 
striving after effect. 

Mr. Westerman is not only a cartoonist, 
but a young man of cultivated tastes with a 
quiet sense of humor that flashes out now and 
them in remarks that are applicable to some 
situation — pointed and yet so filled with good 
nature, they are not cruel. For instance, we 
have in Columbus a young man who is con¬ 
sidered a fine writer by some because his 
vocabulary is always running over at the 
brim with words of many syllables as tho he 
had just refreshed himself at the fountain of 
a standard dictionary. This ?oung man re¬ 
cently purchased a handsome bookcase that 
seems out of place in a down town office 
where all appearances are sacrificed for work. 
It chanced that an admirer of his passed 
simultaneously with the cartoonist and ex¬ 
claimed : 

“Is that Mr - bookcase?” 

“No,” said Mr. Westerman. in an absolutely 
serious tone. “That’s his brains.” 

So boyish and unaffected is the caricaturist 
that it is difficult to think of him as other than 
a boy until seen with his family—three bright 
children upon whom he lavishes a father’s 
wise and tender affection and who are to him 
a source of inspiration at all times, and a wife 
who understands her husband’s nature so 
thoroughly that her constant aim is to leave 
him free from all domestic details that are 
apt to be worrisome in even the best regulated 
households. So well does she succeed that 
Mr. Westerman’s ideas of home life transcend 
that of most individuals and he takes to it 
his best self always. 

But above his cultivated intelligence, 
skillful work and boyish delight in life, Mr. 
Westerman has a warm heart ever responsive 
to that of humanity and a mind that owns 
fellowship of feeling with many whose hands 
have ever been too busy with the rough, hard 
things of life to give to the world their finest 
work. 


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Politicians and Newswriters at the 
Great Southern. 


Perhaps no woman in the state has talked 
with and enjoyed the confidence or been trusted 
with the political plans and personal hopes 
of more public men than one who sat in the 
balcony above the lobby of the Great 
Southern Hotel, on the eve of the last day 
of the Democratic State Convention. 

In the lobby scores of well-dressed men 
were smoking, laughing and chatting in the 
full flood of political enthusiasm, the air was 
filled with strains of music as bands marched 
in and out, the murmur of hundreds of voices 
came to her through the tobacco smoke that 
was wafted upward in fragrant whiffs 
and now and then mellow laughter vied with 
the talk and music. 

Usually the woman in the balcony felt all 
the fascination of lights and music and many 
people, and was thrilled by the air of ex¬ 
pectancy and excitement that pervades the 
most quiet hours preceding a political conven¬ 
tion for anomaly, tho it may seem she was a 
born politician, tho she did not care for wo¬ 
man’s suffrage. To her a political gathering 
was the breath of life and tho strongly en¬ 
dowed with the dramatic instinct, no drama 
that was ever placed upon the boards had for 
her the interest of the Great Play of Politics, 
which holds ever the fascination of the un¬ 
known ; but this night her thoughts were 
strangely at variance with the 

BRILLIANT SCENE. 

Through the mists of cigar smoke she 
seemed to see a group of miners who had just 
emerged from the mouth of a mine and had 
stopped to discuss some vital political ques¬ 
tion. Floating to her on the waves of memory 
came fragments of their talk as it had come 
to her that day when she was waiting to see 
the manager of a mine. Their talk had been 
grave, almost solemn, as tho the burden of 
responsibility placed upon them was too great 
for them to express decided opinions, but at 
last the leader of the little band said: 

“Well, boys, we don’t seem to understand 
these questions, but let us hope the men chosen 
to choose our candidates will be fair and 
square and do the right thing.” 


The vision faded as these words flashed 
through her memory and once more the bril¬ 
liant lobby scene was defined. 

It was a gathering of more than ordinary 
interest because of greater conflicting interests, 
political and personal, that were down there 
in the lobby ready for the contest for control 
of the organization of the convention. 

The balcony woman was well acquainted 
with the political situation she knew there 
was not a single leader in complete control, 
that the conservatives were following several 
captains and the radicals were fighting every¬ 
body, and she had been told there were two 
hundred and eight votes out of seven hundred 
and twenty-three tied up in contests, as well 
as general trouble that might disintegrate the 
solid organization of one of the party leaders. 
She was not only well acquainted with the 
political situation but there were few men in 
the lobby whom she did not know. 

Some of them were well on the way to the 
funeral of their intellects, but it was too 
early for this to be apparent to any one who 
did not know them well, but this woman knew 
them; the majority of them were influential 
business, professional or club men, with here 
and there one of striking personality, but how 
many, she wondered, were worthy of the con¬ 
fidence expressed in the words of the un¬ 
lettered miner, words symbolizing faith al¬ 
most unknown to politicians who proceed 
by indirection. Many of the men in the 
lobby were her friends, but she wondered if 
beneath their professional cordiality and the 
good fellowship of congenial men, there was 
much of the earnestness of real life. Would 
they feel the responsibility that rested so 
heavily upon men of the highest ideals. Were 
they worthy of trust when the trusting had 
not power to enforce consideration. She did 
not think so and involuntarily murmured: 

“Yes, but these would feel and follow truth if 
only you and you 

Rivals of realm ruining party to yourselves 
were only true.” 

A gentleman had left the lobby and had 
sauntered up to where she was sitting. He 


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was an old friend and in reply to the words 
she had quoted, said: 

What’s wrong? This is the first time I 
ever knew you to mix moonshine with a po¬ 
litical convention. No, they don’t’ go to¬ 
gether but you were wondering if those men 
down there could be true to themselves, I 
thought you were too much of a politician not 
to know that every man in that gang is al¬ 
ways true to himself. That’s his business. 

“At that moment a gentleman from the 
East, the friend of both, sauntered up to them 
and said, Tm told you’re an authority on peo¬ 
ple political and as Ohio politicians are un¬ 
usually interesting, tell me “Who’s who?” 

“Well,” interrupted the man about town, 
“you’ve certainly asked the right party for 
information. She can tell you of their height, 
weight, color of their eyes and hair, where 
they were born, previous condition of servi¬ 
tude, where they died, and —” 

“You forget that 

A DEMOCRAT NEVER DIES 

politically,” said the woman a little wearily, 
as tho the memory scene of the mine were 
still too vivid for her to enter into the spirit 
of raillery. 

“I stand corrected but if you don’t give 
our friend some side lights on those people 
I’ll do it myself.” 

Ignoring the teasing words the woman 
turned to the stranger and said: 

“You’ve heard of James Ross and Dr. Gil¬ 
liam? Behold the men,” indicating a fair 
smooth faced gentleman with an abundance of 
flesh and one of slight physique, dark as a 
gypsy. 

“Quite a contrast in their'appearance.* 

“Yes, but not more so than in their char¬ 
acteristics. The only thing in which they do 
not differ is in the degree of their democracy. 
It’s always up to the highest point or down 
to whatever may come along. 

Dr. Gilliam is not only a politician but one 
of the best known physicians in the city and a 
novelist. His first book was written in the 
Hocking Valley in Nelsonville, when no one 
thought he would be much of a doctor. The 
subject was ‘Love and Medicine.’” 

“Such a combination should have been a 
success.” 

“I don’t know if it was or not. I asked 
Dr. Gilliam about it recently and he didn’t 
seem to think it was much of a book. Frankly 
I think his subject was unpardonable. Fancy 


mixing Love and Medicine as if one were 
not more than enough. 

“Mr. Ross hasn’t the appearance of a poli¬ 
tician.” 

“Perhaps not, but back of his bland smile is 
the power to make it interesing for his oppo¬ 
nents. He believes in the Jacksonian princi¬ 
ple ‘To the victor belongs the spoils.’ He 
doesn’t forget affairs political nor does he 
permit the other people to forget when the 
proper time comes.” 

“That white-haired gentleman whose gestures 
are so dramatic is Walter B. Richie, of Lima. 
He always holds attention when he speaks. 
His elegant appearance is indicative of his 
speaking which has the finished effect that 
pleases the most fastidious. Those who scan 
the political horizon afar aver that Mr. Richie 
is a man who will eventually receive the hon¬ 
ors that he merits from the Democratic party 
that he has so gallantly served with all the 
graces and power of which he is master. 
Among the honors that the knowing declare 
in store for him at no distant time is that of 
being the nominee for Governor. 

Near the entrance to the cloak room stand 
two old time Democrats from the Republican 
stronghold, 

ATHENS COUNTY. 

The one with wavy hair is E. R. Lash of 
Athens, who kept the faith in his home town 
when he was said to be the only Democrat in 
Athens, the other is Mr. T. Erven Wells, edi¬ 
tor of the Buckeye News in Nelsonville, a man 
who has always used his paper in the interests 
of his party in the face of opposition that bor¬ 
dered upon persecution but whose forcibleness 
in the use of his pen has given him a repu¬ 
tation far beyond the county. 

“In a group near the clerk’s desk is 
W. S. Thomas of Springfield, candidate for 
delegate at large, and Van Cleaf of Pick¬ 
away, and on that divan smoking in 
meditative mood is the only Louis Bernard of 
Cincinnati. Mr. Starr, representintg Hearst, 
has stopped just at the end of the 
divan and the two are looking at but not 
seeing each other, their thoughts are not with 
externals clearly. The alert look on the face 
of James E. Rice is in strong contrast to the 
abstraction of the others. Mr. Rice is from 
Canton, is one of the old guard of Democrats, 
is an eloquent speaker but has not been heard 
much since his celebrated attack on John R. 
McLean.” 

“That extraordinary roll of laughter is 
due to L. P. Stephens. He’s talking with 


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James Kilbourne. 



J. J. Sullivan, Cincinnati, O. 






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newspaper men. He seeks them instinctively, 
for he was formerly a newspaper writer and 
for years was managing editor of the Press- 
Post. He is General Manager of the Johns¬ 
town railway company, has unusual en¬ 
dowment as a manager of big business affairs 
and what is of more import of people in 
general and has enormous energy and capacity 
for work. He’s 

A SOUTHERN DEMOCRAT. 

with southern ideas, but differs in tempera¬ 
ment from the average southerner in one re¬ 
spect — doesn’t sit down in the first chair and 
dispose of unlimited time. 

Prior to coming to this city Mr. Stephens 
lived .in Virginia and tho too young to serve 
where many of the volunteers had scarcely 
reached their teens has a vivid recollection 
of many stirring war scenes for the Stephens 
farm was all but made a battle ground and 
upon one occasion the beloved General Robert 
Lee with a number of his officers reined his 
horse near a rail fence where young Stephens 
and several of his friends were perched 
and asked for a drink. To “Pierse” Stephens 
fell the honor of handing a cup of water to 
the illustrious warrior. 

When Mr. Stephens came to Columbus, his 
fortune consisted of health, strength and 
courage, a few clothes and twenty-five cents 
in money. He has added something to this 
equipment in the years of hard work and as 
you perceive, has retained the power to laugh 
heartily. 

“Do you see that gentlteman who has % just 
entered the lobby, to whom all eyes turn as 
tho he were a leader. That”s Colonel Kil- 
bourne, a power socially and politically, a man 
whose life has been characterized by good will 
towards his fellowmen and one of the most 

INFLUENTIAL MEN IN COLUMBUS. 

“There isn’t anything especially striking in 
his appearance.’’ 

“No, his quiet, unobtrusive manner might 
cause him to pass unnoticed in a crowd were 
there none who knew that his name is a syno¬ 
nym for great, generous and above all quiet 
deeds. A man of strength who has sought to 
place his ideas of what was right in practice 
and one in whom no fire of ambition could de¬ 
stroy the fineness of his character. 

No finer gentleman ever went down into 
political defeat than Colonel Kilbourne and 
none ever went down more royally. He could 
afford to lose grandly for near to him was all 
the engrossing and responsible work of the 


largest manufacturing company in the world, 
and very, very near to him the numerous 
charitable organizations that he supports most 
generously. From one of these the hands of 
little crippled children are extended to him 
and little faces brighten despite their burdens 
through the tender compassionate bounty of 
this cultured gentleman, this devoted student 
of political economy, who with all his thought, 
his business, political and social duties, has 
followed so closely the teachings of the Man 
of Gallilee who said, “Suffer Little Children 
to Come unto Me.” 

A MAN WHO DOES THINGS. 

Standing near Colonel Kilbourne is one 
whom the public delights to place in honorable 
and responsible positions, knowing his ability 
and faithfulness. There he has turned toward 
us that strongly built gentleman with the* 
thick dark hair, and remarkably frank ex¬ 
pression. That’s Fred Heer, the pub¬ 
lisher, and one of the busiest men in Colum¬ 
bus, for when he isn’t working in the interests 
of the house, he’s attending this or that meet¬ 
ing for the benefit of the public for he’s 
an invaluable member of the school board, 
president of the board of trustees of the Medi¬ 
cal College, chairman of'this and that, an 
all around worker and fluent forcible speaker 
whose 

SERVICES ARE ALWAYS IN DEMAND. 

“His appearance indicates that he could be 
trusted.” 

“Absolutely. He’s noted for the sincerity 
and simplicity of his character throughout the 
city with which he has been identified all his 
life. If heathen Diogones were living in Co¬ 
lumbus today, he wouldn’t have to look farther 
than Mr. Heer to be successful in his quest. 
His character is so upright and his business 
acumen so keen that men are given to saying 
of any enterprise in which he engages, “It will 
be a success,’” and of any project that he 
recommends, “If Fred Heer says it’s all right, 
it is.” 

There’s Judge Okey, whom a cartoonist re¬ 
cently caricatured with this significant line, 
“If you watch him long enough, you’ll see 
him move.” He might have added, “you’ll 
have to watch a long time for Judge Okey is 
one who seemingly believes that “Time was 
made for slaves.” 

KNOWS HOW TO WALK, 

as you’ll observe. There isn’t a man 
down there who can move so admirably. 


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That’s his style, as leisurely as an artist 
or a sculptor, but when he does any¬ 
thing it’s as finished as the work of either. 
He understands that it requires time to chip 
marble into a lovely dream or with colors 
shape an entrancing scene and thus it is, his 
work is masterly. He stands at the front as 
an exponent of statistical and constitutional 
law. 

Professionally he is as well known as any 
member of the Ohio Bar and has done much 
legal writing. His books are widely sought 
by professionals in all parts of the state. 
Perhaps his greatest work was the annotation 
of the Ohio Constitution for the Constitu¬ 
tional Convention in 1873. 

“You've heard of 

“plain HORACE CHAPMAN.” 

who w r as a candidate for guebrnatorial hon¬ 
ors? That’s Mr. Chapman wearing the 
small round hat that oddly enough is becom¬ 
ing to him, despite his rotund figure. I don’t 
know how the name originated unless it’s 
because he’s a plain business man devoid 
of pretention although he has made a success 
of everything from a financial viewpoint. In 
former years his home was in Jackson, Ohio, 
and at that time he was in much more moder¬ 
ate circumstances than now, but his 
prosperity has not dazzled him. He is 
the same serene, staighforward, quiet man 
that he was then. He is a Democrat of the 
old school, a man of broad sympathies and 
cheerful habit of mind, esteemed by Republi¬ 
cans as well as his own party. 

Near Mr. Chapman stands Scott Bonham 
of Cincinnati, who has been 

A FACTOR IN REPUBLICAN POLITICS 

for years, having a wide acquaintance 
throughout the state and an unusually large 
number of friends. Mr. Bonham is a bach¬ 
elor, but in lieu of a family of his own, is 
devoted to his sister’s children, Miss Glenn 
Kirkpatrick and her young brother “Bonnie.” 

AN OTHER REPUBLICAN 

“Who is that gentleman with the remark¬ 
ably good fellowship air, the one with his hat 
a little back on his head.” “There, he’s just 

left.” 

“I didn’t get but a glimpse of him but I 
think it was former State Inspector of Mines, 
Elmer Biddison, who served four years under 
Governor Nash. He used to live in Athens. 


DAUGHERTY THE ELOQUENT 

stands near that divan. He’s from Fairfield 
county and his name is a synonym for a fine 
speech upon any occasion, but especially if he 
is extolling his party. Speakers are as numer¬ 
ous as three-leaf clover in this crowd. Right 
down beneath us is John Sullivan of Cincin¬ 
nati, United States District Attorney, and one 
of the finest speakers in the state. He was here 
for the Republican Convention. He’s indors¬ 
ing Judge Spear for re-election. 

STATE CHAIRMAN GARBER 

is making a regular right angle of himself 
trying to interest that old gentleman. 
He’s probably inviting him to do some¬ 
thing. He should be known as “Invita¬ 
tion Garber," for he’s always asking 
some individual or some organization to take 
part in something. Sometimes it’s the Demo¬ 
cratic Club of Cleveland or the Duckworth 
Club of Cincinnati, or some one to talk, for 
he’s a man who never throws away any useful 
political alliances. 

“You were 

SPEAKING OF CONTRASTS 

a moment ago,” said the man about town. 
"There are two men wro form a greater con¬ 
trast than you cited, they are the aspirants 
for nomination as candidates for Secretary of 
State. The most slightly built of the two, the 
one dangling his eye glasses is Webster Hunt¬ 
ington. 

He’s the finished city and university product 
and is with the conservative faction. His op¬ 
ponent A. P. Sandies is from rural regions and 
has the directness of manner that proclaims it. 
He’d retain that attribute wherever the ac¬ 
cidents of politics should place him. He also 
has the instinct of getting all that’s due him 
and carries the hayseed vote in his vest pocket.” 
“What vote is carried 

IN THE HIP POCKET. 

asked the woman, who knew men’s habits as 
well as their political creeds. 

“There,” she continued without waiting for 
a reply, “is a world celebrity. That’s Peter 
Sells, the veteran showman, who founded the 
original Sells circus, now a part of the Sells, 
Forepaugh show. His family were among 
the old settlers of Franklin county. 

“MR. SELLS” 

is a P. T. Barnum, in the variety of 
the occupation he has followed, having 
clerked for his brothers, Allen and Lewis, in 
an auction sale business, worked as conductor 
on the Kinsman Street Railway Company, 


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Cleveland, and during the war ran a transit 
at Pittsburg Landing, carried papers for the 
Cleveland Leader, was superintendent of a 
route, then promoted to local staff. Some one 
recently mentioned that the first performance 
of the circus took place a third of a century 
ago. It was given back of the Neil House, 
on the property of Governor Dennison.” 

“Odd, isn’t it, that Mr. Sells by simply look 
ing at the outline of a state can locate any 
town of importance. But his graphological 
knowledge is not more remarkable than his 
retentive memory, for he can name each town 
through which his circus has passed and the 
route covered for the last thirty years.” 

“Sounds like you had been reading up on 
circus managers.” 

“Why shouldn’t I have read up on all things 
managerial and menagerial when coming to a 
Democratic Convention ?” 

Now take a look at that group. The 
gentleman with his face turned in this direc¬ 
tion is Mr. Lew Green, former editor in 
Hocking Valley. Quite early in the evening 
he suggested that Mr. Bernard be placed in 
cold storage in order that the convention 
might know there were others.” 

“Back of Mr. Green stands Mr. Charles 
Salen, Tammany Chief of Cleveland, former 
lieutenant of Mayor Tom Johnson, but now 
opposed to him. Mr. Salen always makes a 
hit in one way—He’s such a beauty.” 

“Lounging on that divan is Del Saviers, 
one of the brighest lawyers in the city. Has 
been counsel of some of the most celebrated 
cases tried here. That quiet gentleman who 
seems out of place in the general gabble is 
‘Billy’ Williams, former Director of Public 
Safety, and one of the most proficient manip¬ 
ulators of politics in the country. Lawyers 
and orators. How they crowd. Standing 
near the clerk’s desk is Mr. Baker, of Cincin¬ 
nati, ‘Handsome Charlie’ is the name his 
friends have given him.” 

“His friends weren’t far wrong in that.” 

“No, and they aren’t far wrong in the claim 
that he is one of the best lawyers, one of the 
most eloquent speakers, and an all-round 
genial gentleman.” 

“I’ve heard his name frequently in the East. 
Also the names of a number of other dis¬ 
tinguished Ohio men whom you have not 
mentioned. 

FORMER GOVERNOR CAMPBELL, 

John R. McLean, Emerson McMillen, and a 
number of others whose names are heard as 


frequently in New York as here. I well re¬ 
member Gov. Campbell when he first became 
known in New York. He always seemed to 
take with everyone regardless of creed, class 
or politics.” 

“Governor Campbell isn’t here tonight. If 
he were you’d see him the centre of an ad¬ 
miring coterie. He’ll never lose his hold upon 
the regard of those who like to remember 
that a former chief executive who retained 
all the dignity of his high position was at all 
times seemingly on a level with the most 
obscure or the most shipwrecked in error or 
misfortune. It’s the wonderful sympathy of 
the man that gives him power unusual over 
those who come within the circle of his 
magnetism. He has the faculty of placing 
himself in the place of another and viewing 
things from the other side few men pos¬ 
sess this gift in such a degree as Governor 
Campbell.” 

“It isn’t strange that you mention 
john r. m’lean’s 

name in a gathering like this for there 
was a time when an assemblage of Democrats 
without Mr. McLean would have seemed like 
a waltz with the only man who could keep 
perfect step absent but his visits here are at 
long intervals now and his absence from the 
Democratic ranks is accepted as a matter of 
course. It is even rumored that he will retire 
as National Committeeman seeming to have 
lost his old time interest in affairs political, 
but this may be only on the surface. It may 
be that his interest is in deeper channels than 
formerly. 

During his campaign for the governorship, 
Mr. McLean made his home here. He was 
domiciled in the Kelley mansion on Broad 
Street and kept open house as it were for an 
almost constant stream of visitors. I well re¬ 
member being sent there to get some informa¬ 
tion from him. Having heard that he was one 
of the haughtiest and most exclusive men in 
Washington, I was most agreeably surprised, 
for his first words after greeting, given in 
answer to my question, were: 

“oh, LORD, I don’t KNOW.” 

modifying his seemingly abrupt reply by the 
suavity for which he is distinguished and in 
the next instant giving a clear, concise and 
delightfully expressive reply. 

Easy in his bearing his voice pleasing in 


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the quality of its tone, its intonations register¬ 
ing in the memory, Mr. McLean gave the im¬ 
pression that he is not only as he has been 
described, “the personification of Democracy,” 
but the personification of a highly accomplished 
gentleman. 

Mr. McLean was a Harvard student in his 
youth but did not finish the course. He has 
been educated in the larger University of Life 
and extensive travel, observation, reading, 
study and the polish of friction with the best 
minds have fitted him to do large things in a 
large way. 

“I have read much of his generous deeds in 
time of distress through floods, fire and lack of 
work, but thought perhaps the stories were 
exaggerated.” 

“In all probability they were not, for he 
never does anything in a half-hearted way. 
When he financiers anything the expenditures 
are princely. 

“None forget the generosity he displayed 
toward the Hocking Valley miners a few years 
ago when he did not stop with sending 
train loads of provisions and clothing, but 
through the medium of the powerful organ 
that he owns, sent to the world not only the 
story of their condition but the causes, se¬ 
curing accurate information regardless of ex¬ 
pense. 

It seems strange that this man of great 
ambitions antagonized by many who play star 
parts before the flickering flame that lights 
the path of politics, smiling, suave, invulner¬ 
able to the poisoned poinards of treachery used 
by some called friends is one whose heart 
throbs so responsive to the needs of human 
suffering that whatever shortcomings may be 
attributed to him by his opponents he will 
always be remembered in the mining regions 
with such gratitude as none may comprehend 
save those who saw the hungry look in little 
children’s eyes take- flight, or heard from lips 
fast numbing in the chill of death the bless¬ 
ings wafted starward at mention of his name. 

EMERSON M’MILLEN. 

the other gentleman you mentioned as one 
of the notable men of Ohio is not given to 
frequenting political conventions altho he took 
part in some political affairs in St. Louis, 
that will not soon be forgotten. He is more 
likely to be at the sale of old paintings, or 
in some studio or art gallery. What strange 
contrasts' in his life. 

“I don’t understand. I only know of Mr. 
McMillen as the President of the American Gas, 


Traction and Light Company with a capital of 
forty or fifty million, a man whose generosity 
is manifested not only in giving hundreds of 
thousands of dollars to public enterprises but 
in placing the masterpieces he owns, many of 
them Innes’ pictures on exhibition for the 
benefit of others.” 

“Here in Ohio he is known in a way 
that brings him nearer to the people, 
but in all probability the people of this 
state view Mr. McMillen’s career with 
more than ordinary interest through knowing 
that he climbed to his present position over the 
jagged boulders of deprivation and the yawn¬ 
ing chasms of discouragement, known to those 
of whom necessity demands the sacrifice of 
opportunity. 

To judge of a man’s strength it is not enough 
to know where he has arrived but 

HOW FAR HE CAME 

and over what difficulties. It is said Mr. 
McMillen now travels about thirty-six thous¬ 
and miles per year but who can estimate how 
long the way from his beginning as a furnace 
laborer at the age of ten to the summits of 
success.” 

“I had supposed he was one of fortune’s 
favorites from the first.” 

“Far from it for he was the twelfth in a 
family of fourteen children whose father was 
paid but one dollar and a quarter per day 
wage as a furnace manager. Under such 
conditions it is not difficult to understand why 
the boy turned from childhood’s freedom and 
fair fields to become a furnace toiler in the 
Hanging Rock Iron District of which he was 
a product. 

From the age of ten he worked at various 
occupations, cutting cord wood, making char¬ 
coal, working on the streets of Ironton with 
pick and shovel until at the age of seventeen 
he enlisted in the Civil War. His experiences 
as a soldier, his struggles after the war, his 
repeated failures and return to street work, his 
interest in chemistry especially the chemistry 
of gas, his invention to purify it, his geological 
investigations and his final triumph form one 
of the most interesting narratives of Ohio men. 
His first real recognition came when Dr. 
Orton, State Geologist, and Gen. Warner, who 
was then in Congress, were engaged in a dis¬ 
cussion as to the strata of a certain district 
and he was called to settle the - question. 

“It is all very interesting, I had not even 
known that he had been a soldier.” 


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“That’s strange for he and his six brothers 
were noted as the 

“fighting m’millens.” 

“It seems that Ohio had more than one 
“Fighting Mac” family. I was always much 
interested in the nine men known as the 
“Fighting McCooks.” What became of Gen. 
Alexander McCook? He was the last of the 
family, if I remember.’' 

“He died in Dayton about a year ago. 
I saw him last at the Chittenden, the 
cynosure of all eyes in the lobby, for he was a 
man of such distinguished presence he could 
not enter a room unknown without attracting 
attention. What heroes they were. There’s 
a picture of them in the State House Rotunda. 
It was lost about thirty years. There is an 
interesting story connected with it. 

“There’s a gentleman who is evidently tell¬ 
ing a good story, the one with the full mop of 
hair —• and unusually full lips. 

“No doubt of it, for that’s Carmi Thompson, 
Republican member of the last House, and 

ONE OF THE BEST STORY^ TELLERS 
in the city. Doesn’t make himself the hero 
of his story and is merciless to himself in 
relating anything that may have been intended 
to hit some one else. 

“There’s another Republican who is a fine 
racounteur Col. Ellison, former president of 
the State Journal Company, who tells a story 
in a few epigramatic sentences and no matter 
how clever the point he makes never seems 
by his expression to have said anything but 
what might as well have been left unsaid.” 

“He is dressed with extreme care for a man 
of middle age and seems somewhat jaunty.” 

“Yes, but despite his dress and debonaire 
manner there’s no foppery about him. He 
has the regard for his appearance that was 
part of the finish of a gentleman in a period 
when the world didn’t move as rapidly as now, 
when too many dress as they go and betray the 
fact without words. 

Notice his affability. He was never known 
to greet anyone in an indifferent manner, but 
always with a smile expressive of genuine in¬ 
terest and good will toward the one addressed. 

He has several phases of the old school 
character but in many is the modern 

MAN OF THE WORLD. 

In love with life, doesn’t expect too much of 
human nature, and is deeply interested in the 
science of refined enjoyment. 

While he was connected with the Journal, 


Col. Ellison was more than President of tht 
company. His apprehension of principles made 
him a strong factor in shaping the political 
tone of the paper. 

“Observe that Paderewskie hair. It belongs 
to Judge Galloway, whom you’ve seen im¬ 
personated in Clyde Fitch’s drama, 

“the girl and the judge.” 

Yes, he’s the original judge. He gave Mr. 
Fitch the nucleus of one of his best pro¬ 
ductions. 

Judge Galloway himself is strongly endowed 
with the dramatic instinct and has a nephew, 
Frank Osborne, who was so strongly touched 
with it that he left newspaper work and went 
on the road with theatrical companies. He 
was with Richard Mansfield for a time. 

“The Judge seems to be a good mixer. Is 
he a prospective candidate?” 

“No indeed, he isn’t even a Democrat. He 
just happened in with the crowd for he’s one 
of the most stalwart Republicans of the state. 
However he was named for War Governor 
Tod, who, although elected by the Union party, 
was in the beginning of his political career a 
Democrat, and in 1860 vice president of the 
fateful Charleston Convention where the 
secession of the southern Democrats broke up 
the Convention. 

It is interesting to know that Judge Gallo¬ 
way, who is now private secretary to Governor 
Herrick and a social arbiter at all times, is 
deeply interested in much that is far removed 
from the social and professional interests for 
bachelor tho he is, it was through his efforts 
that thousands of young people are made 
happy each day through the medium of the 
traveling library, of which thousands of books 
that would otherwise remain in disuse are 
sent over the state. 

“Did you know we had an 

OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. 

in Ohio? That tall gentleman with the 
flashing eyes, Judge Wright, of Logan, bears 
the poets full name, but it’s not on record that 
he tries to live up to it. He is, however, a 
man distinguished for his oratorical gifts and 
social graces and is always interested in that 
which interests progressive minds. He is an 
uncompromising Democrat and is, without 
doubt, politically, the strongest man in his 
county.” 

“There’s a man who seems to be enjoying 
himself and trying to make the occasion a 
festive one.” 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


“Yes, that’s Charles Adkins, of Allen County. 
He is mentioned as a probable candidate for 
nomination for Congress. He was a member 
of the General Assembly several seasons. His 
father, Brazzila Adkins, was also a member of 
the House at the same time. Both were in the 
South Carolina section but were often opposed 
to each other in their advocacy of measures, 
the elder Mr. Adkins being a farmer, devoted 
to the interests of his constituents, the other 
a lawyer, equally devoted to his constituency, 
and upon one occasion the vote of the father 
caused a pet measure of his son’s to be lost. 

Mr. Adkins is of the old school in the 
honesty and simplicity of his character, he had 
to vote as his conscience dictated and in all 
probability the son, who is one of the most 
popular men in the state, was proud of his 
father’s adherence to his principles.” 

“An Ohio man whom I met frequently in 
Washington was Col. B. C. Thomas, of 
Chillicothe, who stopped at the Hotel 
Cambridge.” 

“I recall hearing that he was a man whose 
engaging manners would distinguish him even 
if he were not the ideal “tall, dark and hand¬ 
some.” He must be a little romantic also for 
it is said that the chief town on a large area 
of coal and lumber land that he owns in 
Virginia is named Glen Jean, for his wife, who 
was a member of tbe well-known Dun family, 
of Chillicothe, and he spent thousands of dol¬ 
lars fighting Senator Scott who sought to have 
the postoffice abolished. 

“Do you know that to be a fact ? 

“No, I don’t. I’d hate to live in the same 
house with a fact, ideas are much more con¬ 
genial. 

“I see, and now will you give me your ideas 
concerning that individual who wears his hair 
parted in the middle and— 

“Looks as if he thought it vastly becoming. 
He’s a fact a solid fact, too, too solid in fact. 
That’s— but there I'd better not mention his 
name for he might hear it and come up here 
and as I can’t stay where a fact intrudes I’d 
have to miss the pleasure of spending the 
whole evening here “and you’d be deprived of 
much “history.” 

“I should think you would write the history 
of the politicians whom you know so well.” 

“And call it ‘Bosses and Boodle,’ a la Allan 
O. Myers. Speaking of angels, did you hear his 
wings as he flashed down there by the clerk’s 
desk? That’s Allen O. Myers, the only one 
of his kind. What’s that? Not impressed by 
his appearance. Well you would be by the 


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man. He’d impress himself upon your memory 
with a sentence, for it would be unlike any¬ 
thing you ever heard before. He’s just that 
original. I’d never try to write of him, he’s 
beyond description. 

“Is he that brilliant?” He must be a power 
in the political world.” 

“Yes, — lightening is a power, it makes a 
very vivid impression on one — whom it does 
not annihiliate — but it doesn’t last long, and 
a big black cloud is more deeply impressive.” 

“Now please don’t sail into the clouds.” 

“Don’t fear the earth is always in sight at a 
Democratic gathering. 

“Who is that tall gentleman who has been 
shaking hands so industriously?” The one in 
pepper and salt clothes?” 

JOHN ZIMMERMAN. 

of Springfield. He was a candidate for nom¬ 
ination as governor at the last Democratic 
Convention. Those were strenuous days for 
him but he seems now to have reached the 
Zone of Calms.” 

“Zone of Calms? Looks more like the 
stereotyped ‘seething cauldron’ down there.” 

“Yes, I know. He’s in the crowd but not 
of it. . He’s just sauntering around through 
force of habit. He had had none of the wire 
pulling and worry and his appearance indi¬ 
cates it. Looks better than he has for years. 
He has the stamp of approval upon his clothes 
but not upon the parting of his hair. It’s 
correct from the viewpoint of custom but not 
one woman in ten who hasn’t greater admira¬ 
tion for the man who parts his hair on the 
side or wears it standing straight up or thrown 
back in any way that obliterates the middle 
part.” 

“How do you explain that dislike?” 

“I don’t explain it. Just fancy perhaps but 
the qualities exhibited by Mr. Zimmerman in 
politics and business don’t seem to accord 
with the parting of bis hair. However, it’s 
known that his head is sufficiently well bal¬ 
anced to support any kind of parting. He is 
a man who has done much and could do more 
if it were worth while.” 

“uncle abe” 

is holding attention as usual. That’s a 
name given to A. W. Patrick of New 
Philadelphia, the place where they make so 
much cream cheese. He is well known as a 
public promoter, a judge and state senator 
and is one of the most highly esteemed men 
of Tuscarawas county. A good story is told 


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of him when he was a member of the Six¬ 
tieth General Assembly. The senate was a 
tie politically and Lieut. Gov. John C. Lee 
held the decisive vote. When the noted King- 
Sayler contested election case was decided the 
Democrats tried to break a quorum and 
“Uncle Abe” was one of the members who 
locked himself in a committee room for that 
purpose after they had been there for some 
time they were asked if they wished some¬ 
thing to eat. 

“Something to eat,” exclaimed Judge Pat¬ 
rick, “H—, no. Give us some knives.” 

Judge Patrick has a daughter living in Co¬ 
lumbus. Mrs. Charles W. Harper. He also 
has a son Hugh, who is one of the best known 
physicians in Chicago and Joseph McGill of 
the Chicago Tribune was a brother-in-law. 
He also was born in New Philadelphia and 
began his newspaper work there. 

In this connection it is interesting to know 
that at one time all the leading New York 
and Chicago newspapers were owned or edited 
by Ohio men. 

“That tall,, young man with the 

UNMISTAKABLE YALE STRIDE. 

and the nonchalant manner of those who 
know that attitudinizing belongs to those 
who have nothing better to do is Robert 
Ryder, editorial writer on the Journal. 
He has been known to wear a decent hat but 
usually appears in that little cap that looks 
as if it had been thrown at him.” 

“Smokes a pipe, I see.” 

“Yes, that pipe is his almost constant com¬ 
panion. Kind of a missing link between his 
college days and the present. He’s a Yale 
man and aside from the intellectual attain¬ 
ments this school insures, possesses the culture 
that no university can confer. The culture that 
has as its foundation consideration for all 
his fellowcreatures and is manifested in plac¬ 
ing himself in harmonious relation to persons 
and circumstance. Aitho he carries with him 
a scholarly air, it detracts nothing from his 
manliness and good-fellowship, for it is ac¬ 
companied by a certain offhandedness that 
prevents his being class with those whose 
erudition is painful to contemplate. His is 
the power that requires no self-assertion.” 

In his editorials, Mr. Ryder evinces the 
thoughtful argument of the capable writer in 
style attractive, and he advanced to his present 
position from that of general reporter in a re¬ 
markably short time, having been in the in¬ 
terim, State House reporter, legislative corre¬ 


spondent and city editor, filling each place only 
long enough to demonstrate his fitness for an¬ 
other, and it is generally believed that he will 
become managing editor when Mr. E. J. Hilt, 
who fills that responsible position at this time, 
fails to please the “old man” and incidentally 
resigns. Oh, that’s the inevitable with manag¬ 
ing editors. There comes a time when the 
strongest man loses his grasp.” 

“And at the same time his head? I see.” 

“That’s it, Mr. Hilt, who is one of the most 
capable and popular men who ever held the 
reins as managing editor on any paper in Co¬ 
lumbus is not infallible, some grievous blunder 
may occur way down the line and the head 
of the work being held responsible, the resig¬ 
nation follows.” 

TRAINED NEWSPAPER MEN. 

“In that group near the door, you will see 
a number who know life’s struggles and 
weaknesses intimately. They have weighed 
and tested it, made a study of the complex 
forces continually at work in the most com¬ 
plicated an>d most interesting thing in the 
world, human nature. They are trained news¬ 
paper men. Men of easy cleverness and half 
sportive philosophy, seemingly careless of their 
appearance, but it is the carelessness of those 
who know they are wearing clothes of the 
best material of advanced but not of exag¬ 
gerated style.” 

NEWSPAPER MEN ARE ALWAYS INTERESTING. 

“They could not be otherwise. That is the 
genuine newspaper man, not merely a news 
getter, but men possessing literary capacity 
even tho it may not be in demand in the hard 
inexorable grinding work where no error of 
fact is permitted and copy must be clear and 
interesting without an unnecessary word.” 

“Yes, I know those men as well as the 
politicians. That gentleman with the clear-cut 
face and unusually alert air is J. W. Strimple, 
of the Scripps McRae League, one of the most 
able writers among many able men. Near 
him is R. G. Collier, of the State Journal. 
He always wears his hair long and rumples 
it up like a waving wheat field. Allen Beach, 
who has made himself well known through 
political writings; Harry Blair, who never 
seems to know anything, but ' always 
gets the news and tells it in few words. 
W. A. Taylor, philisopher, politician and poet, 
and journalist. 

There’s another of the oldtime writers, 
one of those to whom a fact is more than a 


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fact becoming a living pulsating story. Col. 
Cook is also a writer of verse. “Lost and 
Other Lyrics” is the subject of a stanza that 
gives a little book of his verse its name. It 
touches delicately, tenderly and mournfully 
the theme, ‘the soul of a woman lost’.” 

One of the best of the 

OLD SCHOOL WRITERS 

often seen in these gatherings is Hon. E. S. 
Wilson of Ironton, one of the strongest adher¬ 
ents of the Republican party. All who have 
met this celebrated editor are impressed with 
the thought that he takes the best view of 
everything, especially of women and cooking. 
He is one of the few who adhere to the word 
"ladies” and no one thinks of criticism for he’s 
Jaw unto himself. 

Mr. Wilson was a soldier in the Civil 
War, has represented the United States 
-as consul at Porto Rico and is a culti¬ 
vated world traveler; but he is something 
more for he has within himself the world of 
the scholar united with a world of common 
sense and a gift of gentle humor that puts 
him at ease with all and adds to his popularity. 
His writings refresh the mind and give to a 
weary heart that has not lost all faith in 
fellow creatures sudden glimpses of a larger 
life and something yet to be, as lovely as the 
morning glories that trail their delicate love¬ 
liness through his writings. — — — — 

“Who was the newspaper man who wrote 
such stirring tales of events in Ohio history 
published in a local paper in the form of 
novels ?” 

“Oh that wasn’t a newspaper man, that 
was 

JAMES BALL NAYLOR. 

Dr. Naylor lives in Malta. He is a hard work¬ 
ing physician as well as a successful writer; 
he is also a man of unusual strength in ac¬ 
quiring and holding friends with whom he has 
anything in common.” 

“That white-haired man with the classical 
face that is so youthful in contrast to his hair 
is L. H. Galbraith, former editor of the Press, 
now a reporter, as he chose to be a free lance. 

“John R. McLean’s personal representative, 
Sam Johnson, has just entered. He has his 
hands up to the lapel of his coat as though 
about to begin a speech. Just in front of him 
stands General Finley - - - 

“What’s become of Knabenshue, who was a 
newspaper writer some time ago, I met him 
in Washington once and have always been 
21 l Y. & Y. F. 


wondering why I could not forget him. He 
has been or was the city editor of the State 
Journal.” 

“He’s still in the newspaper work. Few of 
the genuine writers ever leave it completely. 
Fame may beckon alluringly in some other 
field, the money supply may seldom come up to 
the demand and a surplus may'be unknown, 
but the sound of the wires, the click of the 
typewriters or the scratching of pencils has 
power to hold them through the years. Mr. 
Knabenshue is now identified with the Toledo 
News. 

I am reminded of the editor of the To¬ 
ledo Bee, 

NEGLEY COCHRAN, 

one of the best known writers in the state and 
one of the most popular men. In all proba¬ 
bility he is here tonight for he’s an ardent 
Democrat, in touch with political pulsations 
at all times. 

Mr. Cochran embodies ones conception of 
the genuine Bohemian. The first time I met 
him on a crowded railway train we occupied 
the same seat and for a hundred miles or 
more I forgot various inconveniences while 
talking with one of the most delightful talkers 
I have ever met. Anecdotes pointed by strik¬ 
ing expressions, wise maxims, piquant stories, 
followed each other in rapid succession. It 
was all unpremeditated, just the overflow of 
rollicking good nature having a good time 
and quite willing for everyone to share it 
and it seemed most apropos when he carried 
the crowd into Bohemia by quoting: 

“I’d rather live in Bohemia than in any other 
land 

For only there are the values true 
And the laurels gathered in all men’s view. 

Bohemia has none but adopted sons 

Its limits where Fancy’s bright stream runs 
Its honors not garnered for thrift or trade 

But for beauty and truth men’s souls have 
made. 


I 

“Among the writers in this city best known 
in other places is Hal Landon. He and his 
brother Carl who died about a year ago have 
both represented leading Ohio papers and 
many in Washington. 

Speaking of the brothers recalls a time 
when Mr. Landon’s training was demonstrated 
in a remarkable degree. It was in that tragic 
hour when the very heart of the Nation stood 






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still — stunned by the news of the assasina- 
tion of President McKinley. I chanced to 
enter the Clinton Building, headquarters for 
the Republican State Executive Committee 
just as a man reeled down the stairway 
shouting: 

“The President has been shot." 

“Did you hear that?” I cried to a boy who 
was busy with a box of candy. 

“Oh, that’s a fake” was the reply from a 
chocolate caramel filled mouth. "That In¬ 
dian’s always acting a fool.” 

At that instant Gen. Dick and several others 
came down the stairway. Gen. Dick’s face 
was very pale but he saluted in his usual 
manner and passed rapidly to the street be¬ 
fore there was time for inquiry regarding the 
wild cry that had just rang out over the hall. 

“Run up and see what’s wrong,” I said to 
the boy who mumbled “Wait till the elevator 
comes down.” 

Just then a lame man dashed past me and 
in some miraculous manner reached the top 
of the steps from which point he shook his 
fist at me and cried indignantly: 

“What are you standing there for? Don’t 
you know the President has been killed?” 

“My standing or moving didn’t signify but 
I ran up to the main office where every at¬ 
tache or caller sat or stood motionless. 

Down from the third floor forgetful of the 
elevator, trooped other clerks and they also 
paused touched with the horror that had 
fallen on those assembled. 

No one spoke or moved and the strained 
silence seemed to stretch away into the cen¬ 
turies revealing the room as it might appear 
to the inhabitants of the world in some far 
off time should our city like Pompeii be buried 
for hundreds of years; and I wondered how 
the people of that period would account for 
the strange attitude and expression of each 
individual about me. 

How long the silence lasted none may know 
for thought had leaped all time and ques¬ 
tioned not of it; but at last Mr. Landon— 
who was here temporarily from Washington 
— moved slowly across the room and the 
news instinct, deathless while there is a 
breath of life in the born newswriter, as¬ 
serted itself seemingly without his objective 
consciousness, for slowly, mechanically, his 
hand sought the telephone receiver. 

As though the touch electrified, the trained 
mind acted and over the wire went the mes¬ 
sage: 

“Give me the Governor’s office.” 


The suspended life in the room was re¬ 
stored. Each individual moved in a dazed 
manner to his or her accustomed tasks or 
down and out to other scenes. 

Dead or wounded was the Nation’s Chief, 
but even so the world’s work must continue. 
It seemed as if across the gulf of forty years 
were wafted these inspiring words: 

“The government at Washington still lives.” 


“James Eaulkner, chief of the Cincinnati 
Enquirer bureau is standing just below us. 
the gentleman with the close cut hair parted 
in the middle. Did you catch that flash from 
his ring as he placed his hand on the arm of 
his friend ? He is one of the few Columbus 
writers who wear diamonds.” 

Mr. Faulkner has an extraordinarily large 
acquaintance with public men and keeps in 
close touch with the romance and comedy of 
modern political and professional life. Then 
he has the clear head and cool judgment to 
select that which is vital, an essential quali¬ 
fication for success especially when there are 
so few who know the difference between polit¬ 
ical gossip and information. 

“He impresses one as a man who would 
like to hold himself aloof from people.” 

One’s first impression of Mr. Faulkner is 
apt to be misleading for he improves — oh 
what is that word — it’s used in villages — 
oh yes, I have it, he “bears acquaintance.” 

. “ PRINCE OF GENIALITY.” 

“Did you ever see a face more expressive 
of genuine good will for all the world than 
that of the gentleman with his hat pushed 
back in Freshman style. That’s George Mar¬ 
vin, former local writer, but now working in 
Washington, he was here for the Republican 
Convention and like many others, remained 
for what promises to be the more spectacular 
performance tomorrow. I am reminded of 
what a friend said to me this evening, that 
Republican conventions were one grand har¬ 
mony and Democratic conventions were one 
continuous row. I confessed to being more 
interested in a "row” than a “calm” and lost 
an admirer who didn’t know that “it’s always 
sane to be safe but never safe to be sane.” 

“But there, I’m forgetting Mr. Marvin and 
I wished to commend him to you as the very 
Prince of Geniality. He can tell a good story, 
sing a rollicking song and throw himself 
heart and soul into a good time at a moment’s 
notice. 



YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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NEWSWRITERS’ WORLD. 

More than the usual number of newspaper 
people are here tonight. Perhaps it’s because 
the candidates for place at the head of the 
ticket are editors and a third man, Sloane 
Gordon, who was talked of as a candidate 
for nomination, is also an editor, of Hamil¬ 
ton Sun. Mr. Sandies and Mr. Huntington 
both have hosts of friends in the newswriters 
world and it seems much of that world is here 
tonight. 

“That last name Huntington is well known 
in my state in literary circles and in high 
places, but I don't suppose the people whom 
I recall are relatives of the man in the lobby.” 

“More than likely, he’s the descendant of one 
of the old families of the city originally from 
the East and one member of the family who 
was Governor of Ohio in the early part of 
the century was the nephew of one of the 
signers of the Declaration of Independence.” 

There’s another writer who 

HAS ANCESTORS. 

Marcus Dickey of the Columbus Citizen. 
You remember what Mark Twain told the 
Englishman about his ancestors? But no 
jesting, Mr. Dickey can recall with pardon¬ 
able pride that his mother descended from 
William Phelps, the pioneer of the Phelps 
family in America who came here in 1630, 
that his great grandfather was a soldier in 
the revolutionary war and his grandfather in 
the War of 1812. 

Mr. Dickey attended the O. S. U., was 
graduated from the Cincinnati law school and 
was admitted to the Bar but left law for the 
more fascinating if more arduous work of 
writing. He has intuitive critical capacity fo T ' 
literature and is a consummate critic of poli¬ 
tics seeing institutions through men, the only 
natural way. You’d scarcely think from his 
slow gliding step that he’d accomplish much in 
news getting but he secures as much informa¬ 
tion as the more strenuous workers. 


“What an air of distinction that gentleman 
has. That crown of white hair and the con¬ 
tour of his head would delight a sculptor and 
such a young face contrasted with his hair. 
Who is he?” 

“EDWARD SIMS, A LOCAL WRITER.’’ 

“He seems to be having a lively discussion 
with his friends.” 

“Oh yes, he’s always discussing. The won¬ 
der is that he finds time to write. We do 
best what we like to do and Mr. Sims is a 


better talker than writer. So if you wish to 
hear a talk filled with the picturesque try to 
be in his vicinity when he has a reform spell. 
He has one every few days and while it lasts 
he knows nothing but that which brought it 
about. Sometimes he writes a good storv 
denouncing this or that public wrong, but 
usually confines himself to denouncing these 
tilings verbally.” 

One of the men who is being greeted so 
cordially by the newspaper men is not a re¬ 
porter but he is as well known as any writer. 
His name is Midgeley, Thomas Midgeley. 
He's an advertising solicitor, one of the 
best in the city and his ability in this line has 
attracted attention from various outside 
sources.” Speaking of him recalls that Co¬ 
lumbus has the only advertising solicitor's 
club in the city. 

“BOB READ, BOB READ.’’ 

"Did you notice that call? Hearing it 
given in that way reminds one of the Bob-o- 
Link and anyone who knows the young man 
who answers to that name would involuntarily 
associate him with the blithe bird for he’s 
a young man of such unflagging good spirits, 
such unbounded interest in life, it makes one 
feel younger just to hear him give the greet¬ 
ing of the day. 

Mr. Read is a sporting editor and has 
enough of the spirit of sport to enter heartily 
into what he reports. He is very popular, 
a good mixer but too highminded to stoop 
to tricks of trade. 


1 hese are the workers who find their chief 
pleasure in doing their work no matter of it’s 
eight hours per day or sixteen or twenty. 
It’s never time for a newswriter to quit while 
there’s anything to be done and the 

“DOG WATCH.” 

is always faithful. 

You see them now lounging, chatting and 
smoking as though they were men of leisure, 
but see them as it were after the banqueters 
have dispersed, when the flowers are dead or 
dying and the music is but a memory. See 
them at midnight or one or two in the morn¬ 
ing when the city editor is yelling: “Are you 
all in?” when they realize that the finale of 
some big exclusive hangs on a minute fraction 
of an hour that everything animate and inani¬ 
mate seems to be in a conspiracy to shorten. 
See them racing time to get copy down be¬ 
fore the last form closes. At such times one 






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sees work such as most professional and busi¬ 
ness men could not compass or comprehend. 

1'hese are the men who find out the truth 
and tell it when necessary, yet know instinc¬ 
tively when they might as well keep the truth 
to themselves; none who for the public good 
are so insatiate of learning all that is to be 
learned, none who so quickly close their eyes 
to the error that is incidental and concerns 
only the erring one. 

Perhaps in no other work not even in the 
professions is there greater adherence to the 
unwritten law of honor and such general fol¬ 
lowing of the law of common sense, such 
comprehension of the broad rule that holds an 
individual innocent of crime or error until 
proven guilty.” 

"There’s a gentleman whose face 1 vainly- 
tried to see, but the crowd prevents. 11 is 
physique, hair, and clothing remind me of 

Osman Hooper, editorial writer on the Co¬ 
lumbus Dispatch, and one of the most culti¬ 
vated writers in the city. He isn't a great 
political mixer, because in politics, as in other 
things, he has the genius to see deep into 

affairs and the discretion to keep out. No, 

I see it isn't Mr. Hooper, but what a resem¬ 
blance, even to the dignified, easy bearing.” 

"One of the local newswriters has just 
stepped from the elevator, I'll introduce you.” 

"I’m pleased to meet you, I’ve just been 

hearing some interesting things about the 
profession.” 

“Yes, our friend here has been telling this 
gentleman about that bunch in the lobby and 
although you were one of the crowd the talk 
wasn’t bad.” 

“I’ve often wondered where she loafed to 
get her “dope,’’ but since seeing her with you 
all evening the 

MYSTERY IS EXPLAINED. 

“Nearly every newspaper man in town has 
been here in some part of the evening. Only 
four or five whom I’ve not had a chance to 
point out as stars in the greatest aggregation 
of -” 

“Now my friend, you’ve said enough, there’s 
some of the gang I just left at the Chittenden 
and Neil. Rife, Schimansky, Diegle, Ber 
Williamson.” 

“Schimansky? a Russian I infer from the 
name.” 

“I’m sure I don’t know. He’s considered 
one of the best writers and has wonderful 
capacity for securing information — writes 
sense and talks much nonsense. He’s stand¬ 


ing by the door, hair low on the forehead. 
Mr. Schimansky is popular, well liked by both 
women and men.” 

"One name you mentioned recalls a story 
concerning the exposure of some food adulter¬ 
ation. It was either maple syrup or vinegar. 

I don’t know which.” 

"You’re so delightfully definite about the 
main things. The “happy man” would appre¬ 
ciate your appreciation.” 

"Now don’t be sarcastic. I may not re¬ 
member what he has done but I can tell you 
what he can do; something that is mentioned 
as one of the accomplishments of C®1. Wat- 
terson and that is, tell the age of a glass of 
bourbon without looking at the revenue stamp. 

1 heard that statement concerning the great 
editor when he was in Columbus the time the 
monkey at the Smith House used the ink he 
had ordered. 

“What was the story? anything concerning 

“MAS’R HENRY’’ 

is worth hearing.” 

"Oh I’ll get some man to tell you. My 
friend just said I couldn’t tell a story and 
1 recall trying to tell what was said about 
Col. Watterson discussing the ethical prob¬ 
lem as to “whether a bob tail flush could 
beat a pair of deuces if the chips and the wind 
were in the right direction” and I had to have 
the “value” of each explained. 

“We’d better go if we wish to be at the 
Convention or we might stay here for break¬ 
fast. Will you be there, sister?” 

“That’s as superfluous as asking a duck if 
it will take to water. Of course she’ll be 
there.” 

“It wouldn’t be a convention without me 
would it ?” 

“You’ve stated a solemn truth, it wouldn’t. 
But apropos of this, let me ask you why you 
always get in tlie rear of the hall in the most 
obscure place possible. I know you’re not 
afraid of a crowd.” 

“Have you never learned that to get the 
subtle under currents as well as the cream of 
a convention you must find a place where men 
rush in the stress of hurried consultation, to 
congratulate friends upon some victory, 
curse the blunders of some blockhead who has 
ruined political plans, or find a moment’s re¬ 
spite when the pain of some defeat has whit¬ 
ened lips that are too proud to protest. 

That band might as well play a dirge and 
have done; that dreamy waltz doesn’t belong 




YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


to a convention." It's odd how music affects 
one and how the softest, sweetest strains at 
times seem to hold all the pathos and pain 
of a tragical past and the dull surrender of 
hope for the future; -all the echoes of re¬ 
membered laughter and the sobbing sound of 
the sea that sweeps over one beloved.” 

"My dear friend, something is wrong with 
you. 1 thought you were a politician.” 

“It's the music. I always think of one who 
sleeps somewhere in the Philippines when I 
heat that waltz, one with whom it was a fa¬ 
vorite measure;—I wish I could hear what 
the men in the lobby tire saying.” 

“After all sentiment is subordinate to the 
political game with you. What will you do 
when the 

SUFFRAGE IS GRANTED YOUR SEX. 

“I’ll be as interested as ever, but I shall not 
vote. I've seen too much of the play to wish 
for the franchise. 

A dear old friend of mine, a lawyer, gets as 
nearly angry with me for this statement as is 
possible for him, and declares that I'm fifty 
years behind the times. Perhaps, but who 
knows, half a century hence women may have 
learned as a personal experience that in se¬ 
curing the suffrage they sacrificed more than 
was gained.- 

There is so much of the pathos of politics 
that is never published, for politicians can 
never follow the hearse of their hopes. They 
must spring into the nearest chariot and sweep 
on in the race. To hesitate an instant is to 
be lost, and being a woman I’d hesitate.” A 
man’s strength is needed in that arena. 

Few among the men down there who have 
not known the sharp contrasts and the dark 
ordeals of life, few who have not been lashed 



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by the waves of criticism or who have not 
aspired to some place that went to another— 
But they are men of such gallant temper and 
generous character they strive to make the 
winner’s triumph complete. 

"Would or could women bear the crushing 
blows, the cruel onslaughts that mark the 
proceedings of political conventions and cam¬ 
paigns and emerge with their personal rela¬ 
tions unchanged, ready to sacrifice individual 
ambition for party principle. It seems easier 
to pin ones colors over a man’s heart and let 
him do the fighting for I believe that back of 
the ballot man casts, throbs ever the heart of a 
woman, and if her heart beats are strong the 
ballot will go her way, altho her hands are 
unseen.” 

I hat was a little overdone for a woman 
p ssessing political "savoire faire," for surely 
you know that 1 know that the unseen hands 
of women can train to wire pulling and learn 
to stack the cards of a political game with 
amazing dexterity. For my part I prefer 
them to show their hands.” 

“And by that confession you acknowledge 
much — however, after that “savoir faire” I 
can waive discussion.” 



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CHILDREN OF ATHENS TO 
REVISIT OLD HOME. 


OVER FIVE THOUSAND SAT DOWN TO DINNER ON THE 
COLLEGE CAMPUS WEDNESDAY, JUNE 15. 


GEORGE A. BEATON ORGANIZES AND CARRIES OUT SCHEME TO BRING 

TOGETHER FORMER RESIDENTS 


“Children, come home!” 

This call from Athens, historic town, has 
girdled the earth, and from obscure hamlets, 
fertile valleys, lonely mountains, crowded 
cities, and even from the far-off shores of 
China, one answer has been flashed, “Beloved 
birthplace, we are coming.” 

Following the beautiful custom of New 
England’s older towns, arrangements have 
been made for a “home-coming week” in the 
little city on the hill, June 12-18, 1904, at 
which time all who can possibly do so will 
return to Athens to renew the friendships of 
other days and clasp again the hands that 
back of them had hearts that beat in sym¬ 
pathy with theirs when they trudged to the 
• old brick school-house on the hill, look a 
“header” down the sloping street to Sunny- 
side, went skating on the old canal or wan¬ 
dered down the boardwalks of the town to 
some of the many lovers' trysting places. 

CENTENNIAL OF UNIVERSITY. 

As the centennial anniversary of the Ohio 
University, the first institution of learning es¬ 
tablished in the Northwest Territory, is to 
he held this same week, it promises to be a 
notable one not only in the history of the 
town, but of the country, for some of our 
most distinguished citizens are natives of 
Athens or were graduated from the Ohio 
University. 

But aside from all the interest that usually 
■surrounds reunions of old friends and college 
celebrations, the home-coming week at Athens 
will have one feature — a dinner — that will 
surpass anything ever attempted in this line, 
for on Wednesday, June 15, a meal prepared 
in New York will be served to 3000 people 
•under a great tent on the campus, while the 

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•Columbus Rifles’ band renders appropriate 
music, and distinguished speakers lend their 
power of entertainment to the occasion, after 
which old friends will meet and greet each 
other with the rare enjoyment that comes to 
those reunited after the lapse of many years. 

WAS BEATON’S THOUGHT. 

This feature of the home-coming week is 
due to one man's desire to welcome and en¬ 
tertain his old friends and neighbors. The 
man who will entertain in this royal way is 
George Beaton, president of a large securities 
company in New York City and a native of 
Athens. » 

In arranging for this dinner Mr. Beaton 
decided to leave the order in the hands of a 
New York caterer, and entrusted it to George 
B. Stockton, proprietor of a leading hotel, who 
has outlined his method of preparing and serv¬ 
ing the meal, which will be shipped in bulk 
on a special car attached to the Baltimore 
and Ohio express, that will leave New York 
June 13, and arrive in Athens the evening of 
the following day. 

Mr. Stockton will superintend the serving 
of the dinner and will be assisted by 50 of his 
best trained waiters. 

SERVE EACH GUEST SEPARATELY. 

Mr. Beaton wishes to serve each of his 
guests separately, and in order to do this. 
3000 circular boxes will be used. Each one 
of these will be nine inches in diameter and 
three in depth. On the lid of each box, held 
in place by the claws of an eagle, is a small 
crushed silken American flag. The box is 
bound and fastened with ribbons of gold. 

Removing the lid of the box the menu 
printed in letters of gold will be seen. Be- 





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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


neath it will rest a souvenir plate, knife, fork 
and spoon. Across the top of the plate are 
the words, “souvenir plate,” and beneath these 
the inscription, “Athens Home-coming Week, 
1904.” In the middle of the plate is a picture 
of the old Ohio University building and be¬ 
low this is inscribed, “Compliments of George 
A. Beaton.” 

MENU WILL BE FINE ONE. 

The souvenirs are wrapped in napkins of 
brilliant colors. Each box has eight compart¬ 
ments, and in these will be arranged olives, 
pickles, deviled ham sandwiches, French rolls 
and butter, fried chicken, cake, ice-cream and 
a fancy box of candy. Six hundred pitchers 
containing coffee and lemonade will be placed 
on the long tables. Two hundred pounds of 
coffee will be used, and 400 gallons of lem¬ 
onade will be made, and 1000 chickens, 600 
quarts of ice cream, 100 pounds of butter and 
100 pounds of sugar, a barrel of pickles and a 
barrel of olives will be required. 

A better idea of the magnitude of this un¬ 
dertaking is given when it is recalled that 
the largest dinner ever served heretofore had 
but 1200 guests, and the largest number ever 
seated at a banquet aggregated but 1000, who 
filled the banquet room of the old Exposition 
building in Cincinnati in celebration of the 
opening of the Cincinnati Southern railway to 
the commerce of the South. 

SENATOR LODGE TO SPEAK. 

Among the speakers will be Senator Lodge 
of Massachusetts, who will stop in Athens on 
his way to Chicago to attend the Republican 
national convention; United States Senator 
John Daniels of Virginia, noted for his splen¬ 
did oratory; United States Senator J. B. For- 
aker, former Governor James E. Campbell 
and Bishop Cranston. 

Bishop Cranston is a native of Athens and 
was graduated from the Ohio University, as 
was also Bishop McCabe. David H. Moore, 
another distinguished bishop in the Method¬ 
ist Episcopal church, will come from China 
to meet and greet the friends of other days. 

AT HOME 

Great is the Home Coming at Athens — the 
greatest ever in the history of the town unless 
one excepts the memorable gathering of ’66, 
which is described by those who participated 
in it as something phenomenal, for the place 
was filled with people eager for a reunion 
after the long years of war, that had wrought 
such changes and animated by a great desire 
to hear former Governor Brough, who was 


General Charles H. Grosvenor will not 
be silent, and Emmett Tompkins will speak. 

BAND WILL PLAY. 

In the evening the Columbus band will 
again furnish music, refreshments will be 
served on the campus and a series of stereop- 
ticon views will be shown. These will con¬ 
sist of more, than 100 pictures of pioneers,, 
familiar scenes and cartoons depicting well- 
known Athenians in characteristic poses. 
This work has been done by Harry J. Wester- 
man, the Columbus cartoonist. 

MAN WHO PLANNED IT. 

The most prominent character in this 
home-coming feast, George A. Beaton, was 
born in Athens about 40 years ago, passed 
his boyhood there and was graduated from 
the High school, also from Andover Univer¬ 
sity. He returned to Athens after he had 
finished the university course and entered the 
insurance business, but drifted into politics 
and came to Columbus, where he became 
identified with Senator Foraker, proving a 
faithful lieutenant in his campaigns for the 
governorship and an efficient executive clerk 
when he was given this place by Governor 
Foraker. 

Ralph Beaton, brother of the host of the 
occasion, will go to Athens with the Columbus 
contingent. 

MEN WHO ARRANGED IT. 

Mr. Beaton is chairman of the committee 
on arrangements; Major L. M. Jewett, vice 
chairman; Captain J. B. Allen, secretary, and 
W. B. Golden, treasurer. The general com¬ 
mittee is composed of George L. Beaton, Ma¬ 
jor Jewett, Captain J. B. Allen, Dr. W. H. 
Alderman, Henry O. Blenness, Frank S. 
Roach, Henry Zenner, D. H. Moore and J. 
D. Brown. 

A few years ago there was quite a colony 
of Athenians in Columbus, but this has been 
greatly reduced, until now there will be only 
600 who will be part of the home-coming. 

COMING. 

one of the speakers of the day, and who was 
also one of the children of Athens and one 
who distinguished himself while at the Uni¬ 
versity, quite as much as any who ever grad¬ 
uated there, for he succeeded in kicking a 
football entirely over the Main Building, a 
feat that had never been accomplished before 
and one that young men in all the years since 
then have not achieved. 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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Yes, great is the Home Coming and glad 
are the Children of Athens as they throw 
themselves down upon the greensward of the 
campus to rest for a little space and contem¬ 
plate the old buildings that cast their in¬ 
fluence over the characters of all who ever 
dwelt in the town, imparting to them some 
indescribable attribute that is different from 
mere culture; an attribute so fine that it 
is impalpable to any but true Athenians, but 
it forms a bond between these that cannot 
be broken tho time may bring changes, afflic¬ 
tions or error; for Athens does not forget 
the mistakes or failures of her sons and 
daughters, she simply looks at them with 
steady eyes and refuses to see them not only 
so far as the outside world is concerned, but 
with that finer magnaminity that will not per¬ 
mit the non-successful or offending ones to 
see that they have failed or erred in the 
eyes of the mother town. 

Is it any wonder that the children of Athens 
repay this faith in them? Is it strange that 
their hearts echo the sentiments expressed 
by William Dana Emerson, who was grad¬ 
uated from the University in 1833 and who in 
1874 published a volume of verse entitled 
“Rhymes of Culture, Movement and Repose,” 
in which appeared a poem from which the 
following lines are taken: 

Sweet Athens, the home of learning and 
beauty 

How I long for thy hills and thy rich, balmy 
air, 

For thy wide spreading green smiling sweetly 
on duty, 

And the Valley beneath and the stream 
winding there. 

On the North the High Rock, on the South 
the lone ferry,. 

The Ville on the East and the mill on the 
west, 

The lawn where the gravest at play hours 
were merry, 

And the walks by the footsteps of beauty 
made blest. 

THE REAL FEAST. 

Despite the dinner that exceeded expecta¬ 
tions, the real feast of the day followed the 
delicacies from New York. It included olives 
from the tree of experience, salted almonds 
of wisdom, fish from the tide of current 
events, pungent sauces from the varied in¬ 
cidents of life, entrees of gay rippling laugh¬ 
ter, choice game from the forest of learning, 
roasts from the field of success, sourbets of 


delicate sarcasm, salads of comprehension, 
souffles of sentiment, the fruit of tender re¬ 
collections from the summers of long ago, 
sparkling champagne of repartee, wine of wit 
and walnuts of reminiscence. 

Hon. Judson Harmon of Cincinnati, whose 
name in all probability will be presented at 
the Democratic National Convention as can¬ 
didate for nomination for President, made 
an inspiring address; Hon. A. D. Follett of 
Marietta, widely known as a brilliant attorney, 
talked in effective manner and Bishop Moore, 
who came from China, inspired by an ova¬ 
tion in which the audience waved flags, hats 
and handkerchiefs, amid ringing applause, was 
more than usually magnetic and swayed his 
hearers with more than his old time eloquence, 
talking in his whirlwind fashion with flashes 
of scintillating wit, suggestive of his Irish 
ancestry. _ 

Bishop Cranston was heard to the best 
advantage on the college campus, for he is pe¬ 
culiarly susceptible to ihe influence of old 
associations, and all the tender earnestness of 
his nature, somewhat concealed by formality 
when in the pulpit, comes surging up when he 
speaks to the friends of his boyhood. Dear 
to him in an extraordinary degree is every 
foot of ground about the Ohio University, 
from which he was graduated, as were also 
Bishop Moore and Bishop McCabe, whose 
soubriquet of “Singing Parson”, received in 
the Civil War, always seemed to bring him 
nearer to the heart of humanity than the more 
formal title of later years. 

Many have been the inquiries regarding 
Bishop McCabe, and great was the disappoint¬ 
ment when it became known that he had been 
unexpectedly detained in Seattle, Washing¬ 
ton, and could not be present at the Home 

Coming. -- 

But there were present not only distin¬ 
guished speakers of national reputation from 
other places, but some whom Athens claims 
as her very own through birth or through 
having fitted them for their life work; men 
who have won fame for themselves and have 
added distinction to the town to which they 
belong by their achievements on the battle 
field, in the councils of the nation, in surgical 
skill, in scientific explorations, in the domain 
of art and letters, in the halls of legislation, 
on the hustings in the pulpit, and in every 
walk where ability and energy count. 

Of those who still have dwelling places in 
Athens, who entertained and edified with for¬ 
mal and informal talks were General Charles 




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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


H. Grosvenor, soldier, statesman and speaker 
of national reputation, Major L. M. Jewett, 
famous after dinner and camp fire speaker 
with his mirth provoking stories and scintil¬ 
lating flashes of wit; Judge Wood with his 
dry humor that accords well with his assumed 
gravity of countenance; Perry Wood, with a 
rich fund of experience and fine command 
of words; Dr. W. H. Alderman, fiery and 
impetuous with a patent on the manner in 
which he slaps his legs while telling a story 
in his inimitable way; Hon. E. R. Lash, 
inclined to be silent in public assemblages, 
but a most effective speaker and F. S. Coul- 
trap, Superintendent of Nelsonville Schools 
for many years, who is one of the few men 
who can take a dry fact and clothe it in such 
beauty, life and color as to make pursuit of 
knowledge relative to it enticing. 

FROM OTHER PLACES. 

One of the most interesting Home Comers 
was the well known political leader Charles 
L. Kurtz, whose specialty in political fights 
is still hunts and ambuscades, but altho Mr. 
Kurtz is as quiet as usual, he may surprise 
those who have known him in late years 
merely as a mental machine, by being thor¬ 
oughly like a boy, for being as he is a 
devotee of cold water baths, believing them a 
cure for all ills, even for Radical Democracy, 
if he could only get the great unwashed to 
try his prescription fad — bath tub baths — 
is very likely he will forget all scientific or 
luxurious baths in the reminiscences that will 
surely lead to a swim in “The Bend" reached 
by a path beyond the old “South Wood." 


Other well known visitors were Hon. Ed¬ 
ward Buchwalter of Springfield, President of 
a Machine Company, cousin of John L. Buch¬ 
walter but of opposite politics; Dr. Will 
Carpenter, who went to Waco, Texas, thirty- 
four years ago accompanied by Mrs. Mary 
Carpenter Townsend and their children; Wiltz 
and Pat Kessinger, sons of Capt. Joe Kessin- 
ger, remembered as a natural leader of men 
in politics or military movements; Prof. W. 
H. Young, a member of the Ohio University 
Faculty in war times; Vernon Steir, relative 
of Mrs. Florence Craig Wilson; Dr. Charles 
Kessinger of Chillicothe who married a grand¬ 
daughter of Dr. William Blackstone whose 
memory is revered throughout this section, 
W. W. Bond, Mrs. Charles Kurtz and Prof. 
W. K. Scott, of Columbus. 

From other towns in the county the chib 
■ dren of Athens have poured in a continuous 


stream, Nelsonville being especially well rep¬ 
resented. One of the visitors from the metrop¬ 
olis is Dr. J. M. Hyde; one of the best known 
ami most highly appreciated physicians in 
mis section of the state, skilled in modern me¬ 
thods but always sensible of what is due to 
the experience and thought of those who 
have served long in the profession as is evi¬ 
denced when he consults with or defers to the 
opinion of Dr. 1. P. Primrose with whom 
he lias been in partnership a number of years 
and who for more than forty years has lab¬ 
ored in a community where as long as his 
slowing steps can respond to his will, there 
will be a demand for “Daddy Primrose,” for 
such he is to thousands in the Hocking Valley 
to whom his kind blue eyes and snow white 
hair have been familiar ever since they could 
remember. 

Not only in name but in many respects may 
Dr. Primrose be likened to Goldsmith's “Vil¬ 
lage Pastor” for “a man he is to all the coun¬ 
try dear” and one who would be rich on less 
than forty pounds a year if but a slight part 
of the affectionate regard that is his could 
contribute to his support. 


No one thinks of Dr. Primrose as old. He 
is never sick, was never known to take a 
vacation not even on a holiday like the Home 
Corning and in all probability no one will ever 
think of his being too old to respond to an 
imperative call until for this rare character 
(who as a physician has been not only the 
ideal calm intelligence but a cultured indi¬ 
vidual) has come, “The Last Call." 

DESCENDANTS OF A GREAT MAN. 

Much attention was given to Thomas Ew¬ 
ing, Jr., son of Thomas Ewing and grand¬ 
son of General Thomas Ewing, former 
United States Senator and member of Presi¬ 
dent Tyler’s Cabinet, but odd as it may seem, 
few people knew that another descendant of 
this illustrious Ohioan was a guest at the 
Home Coming. Unannounced she walked into 
the headquarters for Home Comers and un¬ 
known by any present save Capt. Allen. He 
was about to desert the service of the Home 
Comers in the most inglorious manner, be¬ 
cause he couldn’t make a number of women 
who had never been in Athens in all their 
lives, prior to that hour, understand that the 
dinner was to be given for Athenians, but 
he wheeled into line when this granddaughter 
of General Ewing said that, altho she had re¬ 
ceived an invitation to the dinner she had neg¬ 
lected to get a ticket to secure a place. 




YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


331 


After a cordial greeting by Capt. Allen, 
who told her there was a temporary shortage 
in tickets, but that she would be most welcome 
she was introduced as Mrs. Martin of New 
Straitsville and with a few remarks left as 
quietly as she had entered, the modesty and 
simplicity of her manner standing out like a 
cameo of worth in the background of selfish 
self-assertiveness, so apparent in many in¬ 
stances. 

Among other descendants of well known 
Athenians who were present was Mrs. Jennie 
Blackstone Atmond of Columbus, daughter of 
Hiram King Blackstone, granddaughter of 
James Ransome Cable, farmer of wealth and 
influence, cousin of Col. Washington Baker. 
Mrs. Blackstone’s mother, a delightful gentle¬ 
woman, still lives in the old Blackstone home 
diagonally across from the college, a home 
remembered by all students of the University 
and all residents of Athens for sixty years 
or- more. 

Another representative of one of the old 
families was Mrs. N. B. Conwell of Columbus, 
whose home in former years was on the Cam¬ 
pus and whose father, Ira Gage, came to 
Athens with President Green, contractor on 
the old M. M. and M. R. R. 


Imperceptibly the talk of the visitors swept 
from the associations of early life to the 
honorable achievements of many whose lives 
lent lustre to the old place. 

Among these were the esteemed Bishop Ed¬ 
ward R. Ames who was one of the first grad¬ 
uates of the Ohio University, whose grand¬ 
father was Chaplain of Washington’s army 
at Valley Forge and was the first chaplain to 
visit the Pacific coast, also the first elected 
by an Indian Council, and Judge John Welch, 
one of the pioneers of Athens, also one of 
the learned legal luminaries furnished by this 
•county who studied law under the hardest but 
as it proved under the most invigorating con¬ 
ditions, as he walked fourteen miles to recite 
to Prof. Joseph Dana who taught in the Ohio 
University. 

Major General Townsend, former Secretary 
of State, ideal soldier ami famous orator, 
Judge Guthrie, whose brain power was as 
great as that of any man who ever lived in 
Athens, famous for its men of intellect, but 
whose character uresented two sides in such 
antithesis that it was difficult to describe, for 
as a judge on the bench he was absolutely 
Impartial, but when engaged in a case as a 


lawyer displayed pronounced prejudice, but 
despite this discrepancy won and retained the 
good will of all with whom he was associated. 

But it is impossible to give the long list of 
those who were mentioned beginning with 
Ohio’s great statesman, lawyer and United 
States Senator Thomas Ewing, who was the 
first man graduated from the Ohio University 
on down to the last names that are in the 
Chapter Grand, Charles M. Jennings and 
Rudolph De Steigur, both of the class of 
'TO, aifd both of whom died in ’96, Thomas 
L. Hughes, D. D., F. O. S. Meisse, A. B., and 
Joseph W. Shinn, class of ’69, Judge James 
V . 'I ripp of Jackson, ’77, died in ’97 and that 
brilliant young lawyer William Bundy of the 
class of ’86, the close of whose career less 
than a year ago was so deplored. 


Perhaps the name most often mentioned 
among Athens benefactors was that of Lot 
L. Smith, grandfather of Ralph Beaton and 
one of the best known and most beloved men 
in the State, a man whose deeds gave him 
the right to the title General Helper of Hu¬ 
manity. Few are the people who knew him 
who have no story of his extraordinary kind¬ 
ness toward his fellow creatures and especially 
those in most need of encouragement. 

Many of the most distinguished men of 
Athens county never hear the name of this 
former shoemaker and lawmaker without bow¬ 
ing in reverent remembrance of one who in 
the highest sense knew how to be a friend. 
So well established was his reputation for 
helpfulness that it would be impossible to 
mention those who were the recipients of his 
counsel or were aided in their efforts to se¬ 
cure books with which to pursue their studies, 
but it is interesting to recall that Gen. Gros- 
venor walked twenty miles to borrow the 
first law books he studied from this man of 
wide activity. 

Mr. Smith was private secretary to Gover¬ 
nor MeDill, a delegate to the Democratic Na¬ 
tional Convention of 1860 and was a member 
of the Sixtv-eighth and Sixty-ninth General 
Assemblies, where he was said to attract the 
attention of even the most casual observer by 
Ids distinguished bearing and fine face where 
every feature indicated unusual intellectual 
vigor blended with rare sympathy. 

Mr. Smith’s wife is living in Columbus. 
She is remembered as Aph'a Cable, sister of 
James Ransome Cable and is the grandmother 
of Ralph Beaton, the genial young man who 




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has done so much to aid his brother in mak¬ 
ing the,Home Coming ail that it is. 

Mr. George Beaton’s mother, Mrs. Mary 
Rose, who lives at 1027 Neil Avenue in a 
beautiful home, the gift of her son, was one 
of the happiest women at the Horne Coming. 
His father Thomas Beaton who in the latter 
part of his life took an active interest in poli¬ 
tics and was at one time identified with the 
Board of Trade in Columbus died in that city 
several years ago. He is remembered in 
Athens as a man of the widest general infor¬ 
mation, devoted to the interests of the public, 


and as a partner of General Grosvenor itv 
operating stage line mail contracts. 

Notable among those who welcomed the 
visitors with more than ordinary warmth 
were Mrs. James D. Brown; Miss Mary 
O’Blenniss; Mrs. Fred L. Preston, formerly 
of Nelsonville; Mrs. Golden, wife of Major 
Elmer Golden; Chas. W. Super, Dean of the 
College of Liberal Arts; W. C. Woodworth, 
editor of Athens Messenger: C. V. Harris, 
editor of the Athens journal, and J. B. Glay- 
ton. 



Col. Will Bundy. 



Judson Harmon. 




















ATHENS HOME COMING. 


Oh, we always prove whatsoever the track, 

“The strength of the wolf is the strength of the pack, 
And tho some returned from the heights of fame 
And others had won neither wealth nor fame, 

Tho some trailed the banners of great defeat 
And others bore laurels from victories sw r eet; 

Oh, this did not matter, for we are one 
And true this tribe as the course of the sun. 

Nay, this did not matter, to you and you, 

For handclasps were warm and voices rang true 
From those who had come from earth's farthest track 
At rallying cry of one of the pack — 

A great big man with the heart of a boy 

Who spread a great feast and bade us have joy 
Till with one spirit we drank to his health 
In that which cannot be purchased with wealth — 

A draught that ere causes the heart to thrill. 

A draught prepared from the wine of good will, 

Well mixed with the dearest waters that flow 
The old Hoc Hocking of long, long ago — 

The magical waters that: hold us true 
Tho life may scatter its roses or rue. 

Ay, with one impulse w r e sounded the toast 

That crowned with good wishes our royal host 
And cheering thousands with pride of the pack 
Cried, “Isn’t it great. So good to be back.” 



George A. Beaton. 





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C. L. Kurtz. 


C. L. Kurtz, an abiding and pervading 
political influence; a politician who knows 
politics so thoroughly that experts acclaim 
him an adept. For thirty years he has demon¬ 


strated the truth of the words “finality is nob 
the language of politics," and as Senator 
Foraker's trusted friend and manager, is a 
force feared and admired by his opponents. 


BREAD. 


Oh hands that kneaded bread so light, 

That proved a sacrament to me, 

For it was there to give me strength. 

When I emerged from Gethsemane. 

Oh hands that held to tasks like thine 
Supplying bread and strength to those 
Who spilled for thee life’s sweetest wine,' 
And never stopped to heed thy woes. 

Oh hands that shame mine own tonight, 

So hard, so stained with years of work, 


How many times they’ve kneaded bread, 
When others such a task would shirk. 

Oh hands so faithful through long years, 
They spread the cloth and gave the bread! 
Thou couldst not pause for time for tears, 

Tho dearest ones should lie there dead. 

Oh day when saddest words are said. 

I can’t go back where it was home, 

There is no home, there is no bread, 
However light, that were not stone. 
















CAMP CHASE. 


Out there in Camp Chase they are sleeping 
Two thousand who once wore the Gray; 

No soldier is lone vigil keeping, 

But trees are their sentries alway; 

In silence, by beauty surrounded, 

They sleep as the years pass along — 

Each night wind their requiem hath sounded, 
Each day brings the birds in sweet song. 

Yes, there in Camp Chase they are sleeping 
Unheeding the world and its strife; 

Wild storms that are over us sweeping, 

Or burdens of any hard life. 

Oh vet’rans of either great army, 

Ye men who wore Blue or the Gray, 

Know ye, if best, their sweet dreamless rest, 
Or fights ye have fought ev’ry day? 

Oh naught shall disturb their last slumber, 
They heed not the world’s blame or praise, 
Tho years as they pass without number 
Shall bring them no laurel, no bays: 

For these sleepers fell not in battle 
Thrilled through by some brave leader’s cry, 
No bugle call drowned the death rattle 
Of these, as they fell back to die— 

Oh ’twere easy to die in the conflict, 

To go with a rush and a swing 
With hearts keeping time to the music, 

With souls that could vibrate and sing. 

But they missed the sweet, thrilling glory 
That lightens a battlefield’s gloom, 

Their names are not blazoned in story, 

Tho slow, painful death was their doom. 

For these heroes died in a prison, 

Held back from the march and the strife — 
They died sick with longing for freedom, 
These men who knew death while in life. 

But hush, brings a pall of sweet roses 
To cover the darkness and rue. 

Let the meaning their beauty discloses 

Seem incense from thoughts sweet and true. 

And let them sleep there in Camp Silence 
Awaiting the last reveille — 

When the great Chief reviewing his army 
Heeds not, if they wear Blue or Gray. 


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Camp Chase. 

Resting Place of Two Thousand, Two Hundred and Sixty Confederate Soldiers. 
' W. P. Harrison Presented This Arch. 










YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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Ah, sad was the doom of these sleepers, 

But sadder, far sadder the fate 
Of those, who went home as the vanquished, 

Too great for complaint or for hate. 

Oh the Blue marched home with flags flying, 

The Gray saw their own in the dust, 

Too proud to the last for weak sighing, 

They bowed to the great law of must. 

When the Blue were sad tho fifes thrilled sweet 
And drums beat insistent, and gay, 

Oh what were the thoughts of those in defeat, 

Those gaunt, gallant men in the Gray? 

Deep silence, the shield of the greatest,— 

Unless it be speech, shall bring aid,— 

These losers outnumbered, undaunted, 

Still held as their shield, undismayed. 

And so when the last fight was ended, 

They silently stacked all their arms, 

And each his lone weary way wended 
To work on the desolate farms. 

And when Blue were cheered by the sounding drum, 
And joyous sweet notes of the fife, 

The Gray passed like mist, great grief is dumb 
When death would be sweeter than life. 

They stood on the verge of destruction, 

Not dizzy, nay not even dazed, 

They worked for a grand reconstruction, 

No wonder the world was amazed. 

It forgot we were flesh of one flesh, 

Forgot we were bonr of one bone; 

Americans, who with wounds still fresh 
Could stifle each sigh and moan. 

But ah those heroes in voiceless woe. 

Who could show to a wondering world, 

They could fight and lose and onward gj, 

With their flags forever furled. 


My best thought swings to the South you say, 

Ah would this be strange if ’twere true, 

When my grandsire’s hopes went down with the Gray— 
Peace — eight of their sons fought in Blua 



YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


3-38 


IN CAMP CHASE. 


One of the most interesting visitors was W. 
H. Calfee, of Richmond, Virginia, who was a 
prisoner in Camp Chase. When captured he 
was in the 2nd Kentucky Battalion under 
General Duke and he was held prisoner in 
Camp Chase for six months. 

Mr. Calfee was only fifteen then, but he 
has a vivid recollection of the lonely, heartsick 
days and nights, and as he looked from the 
ground that held the dust of his dead com¬ 
rades out in the direction of the prison ground 
a quarter of a mile away his eyes held an 
unutterable look of sadness such as we see 
sometimes in the eyes of those who accept 
the inevitable. 

“While I was there,” said Mr. Calfee, “we 
were treated as well as prisoners could be. 


Of course there was an insufficient supply of 
food at times, but it was not through a desire 
to deprive us of necessary food but the lack of 
it. But there was no great suffering from 
this cause and we were treated kindly and 
courteously. It was the fact that we were 
prisoners, powerless in the hands of the Union 
men, that hurt.” 

Mr. Calfee was captain of the 2nd Virginia 
regiment in the Spanish-American War, but 
when asked about this said • 

“I was in the service, but I didn’t do any 
fighting, for there wasn’t any to do. Twenty- 
four hours in Camp Chase prison was more- 
terrible than all the fighting in the Spanish- 
American War.” 


“Oh grander than any great victory 
That’s applauded by all the world, , 

Are the thoughts evoked when we clasp hands 
With the warriors whose flags were furled 
After years of deadliest conflict 
Ay but furled in the grandest way 
Ever known in the annals of ages 
By your ragged heroes in gray. 

Great warriors silent neath great defeat, 

We think of your wounds today; 

As you come with floral gifts so sweet, 

For your great silent hosts in gray. 


“Oh forget,” says some shallow babbler, 
Who has learned not the heart of things, 
“Forget,” when forgetting would sever 
The heart and the soul’s best strings. 

Or, “Let the dead past bury its dead,” 

Is sounded again and again, 

But we have a deeper meaning read, 

So we sound a sweeter strain; 

It Is, “Let the past be witness 
That the South having bowed to fate 
The North is too gen’rous to triumph, 

And both are too noble for hate.” 

Lines from “A Welcome.” 


STATE PRESIDENT OF D. O. C. HERE. 


Mrs. Davie Lindsay Wooster, president of 
the Ohio division of the Daughters of the Con¬ 
federacy, whose home is in Cincinnati, has 
twice taken part in the ceremonies at Camp 
Chase, and has quite an extensive acquaintance 
in this city. Her people, the Lindsays of Vir¬ 
ginia, came from Scotland, where historical in¬ 
terest attached to the family for a period of 
800 years, but Mrs. Lindsay was born in Bour¬ 
bon county, Kentucky. 

A tangible link between her life and that of 


her historical ancestors is a stone which is 
nameless to those most familiar with gems 
and which has baffled the effort of experts to 
classify, .possessing the brilliancy and hardness 
of the "diamond, but in color a peculiar green 
shade not in the least resembling the emerald. 

This stone is said to have descended from 
kindred of Mary, Queen of Scots, and was 
originally set in a pendant. The present owner 
of the heirloom wears it in a ring. 






COLUMBUS MEN 


NOTABLE DEMOCRATS WILL REPRESENT BUCKEYE CAPITAL 

AT THE CONVENTION. 


In a group who were speaking of well 
known Columbus Democrats who in all prob¬ 
ability will witness or take part In the thrill¬ 
ing spectacular scenes in the great political 
play that is to be presented at St. Louis this 
week, Jerry O'Shaughnessy’s name was men¬ 
tioned. 

“If Jerry goes,” said J. Y. Bassell, “I won¬ 
der what sort of a souvenir he will bring 
back,” referring to the incident connected with 
the trip to Washington, when the “only Jerry,” 
while walking through the Capitol building 
with Congressman Badger, stopped in the 
midst of an earnest talk and drawing the 
genial congressman to one side, said: 

JERRY’S SOUVENIR. 

“Do you know, Badger, that Outhwaite al¬ 
ways gave me a souvenir when I came to 
Washington. Now what’s the matter with 
that Indian?” pointing in all seeming serious¬ 
ness to a colossal statue. 

This reference to one of the unique char¬ 
acters in the Columbus contingent of Demo¬ 
crats, each and every one of whom is fitted 
by nature and acquirements to form a part of 
the ensemble of the Louisiana Purchase 
monument if only Karl Kibler’s figure of 
peace were removed from the top of it, di¬ 
rected attention to a number who will be 
there in more senses than one. 

THURMAN’S NEW HAT. 

Conspicuous among these will be Allen W. 
Thurman, who has bought a new hat for the 
occasion, much to the regret of those who 
prefer to see him wear his regular state con¬ 
vention hat, which corresponded so well with 
the linen coat, to which he clings with all the 
affection that hot weather can inspire for that 
which is cool and comfortable. 

But, aside from his dress, which is a not 
unimportant detail when it is, as in this in¬ 
stance, so characteristic of the independence 


of the man, Mr. Thurman’s name and strik¬ 
ing personality will command interest in even 
the vas't acres of people at the convention. 

Former Congressman Lentz is another man 
who will not only be seen but heard, for he 
will be the star actor in the Columbus crowd 
when it comes to voice, and massive, unyield¬ 
ing and forceful, he’ll make use of his voice 
whenever possible. 

SLOANE AND ROSS. 

Ulric Sloane, vehement in words, aggressive 
in looks, is another who will not pass un¬ 
noticed, for individuality and power are al¬ 
ways perceived. 

In sharp contrast in appearance but equally 
noticeable, will be “Jimmy” Ross, whose in¬ 
fantile smile is likely to cause him to be ap¬ 
prehended by some society that exists to 
prevent innocents remaining with such wicked 
associates as all those who accompany Mr. 
Ross will seem in comparison with him. 

FIELD WILL ASK SPACE. 

A. W. Field will sail into the convention 
with a request for a stretch of empty space, 
where he can reveal himself under effects as 
one of the self-luminous jewel flowers that 
are attracting so much attention at the fair. 
Ellis Jones will wear, in addition to his up-to- 
date dress, a Hearst smile, suggestive of 
those who having scanned the horizon early 
in the morning, are prepared for any sort of 
weather. 

George W. Dun, boyishly debonaire, will 
escape the convention and get to the fair as 
quick as possible, and nothing that happens 
at St. Louis will disturb him, not even if he 
chances to take a ride on one of the highly 
emotional Delmar cars, for he took his sta¬ 
tion and degree as one who isn’t upset by 
disturbing elements when he patronized the 
camels at the Elks’ carnival. 


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BADGER WILL BE QUIET. 

Congressman Badger will go as a sort of 
scout who will have little to say unless some¬ 
one mentions John Sharpe Williams, who in 
all probability will be selected as temporary 
chairman of the convention, in which case the 
judge will become quite eloquent in his praise 
of this leader of his party in the house of 
representatives, and wherever great issues are 
at stake. 

John C. L. Pugh will furnish noise — noise 
that will be heard even wh^re tumult stuns 
the ear. 

Dr. Gilliam, with his habitual air of know¬ 
ing it all and saying nothing, may deceive 
strangers at St. Louis into thinking he is a 
Mahatma. 

Claude Meeker, suave, smiling, will main¬ 
tain discreet silence unless — unless — that 
which is now considered “unknowable” is 
known to this past diplomat, in which case he 
may say a few good things. 


MERELY TO WATCH THE FUN. 

Colonel W. A. Taylor, sweetly satirical and 
splendidly suggestive of what the party was 
before it began to flounder, will be one of 
the most interesting of the Columbus con¬ 
tingent in the struggle of men and measures. 

Ben Harmon will watch the play with the 
serene, satisfied air of one who doesn’t even 
care to “do” the fair, and only goes with 
the crowd through force of habit. 

Del Saviers, resourceful in any struggle, 
will give blow for blow and sting for sting. 

“Billy” Williams, habitually quiet, will seem 
more impassive than ever, but see and hear 
and know all that’s worth while. 

George Karb is in doubt as to whether he 
will go to the convention or send a proxy, 
as he is still somewhat exhausted after his 
campaign, compared with which a national 
convention and a world’s fair combination are 
somewhat tame. 


THE CREED OF THE CRAFT. 


There’s a limit to all that we may bear, 
There’s a time when the eyes are dry; 

Yes, a time when the brow seems free from 
care— 

It is when our best hopes die. 

When we know no bitter failure or pain 
Can cause us to sob, sigh or weep, 

'Tis then the lips thrill their sweetest refrain, 
And a crimson flush dyes the cheek. 


No, we do not die when this stage we reach, 
We weep not in life’s deepest woe, 

We do not explain in tragical speech — 

We simply say, “Peace, let it go.” 

We do not revenge, it isn’t worth while; 

We do not pose, rave or regret; 

But we take the worst with a well-trained 
smile, 

And we follow the creed, “Forget.” 


THE CREED OF SILENCE. 


Silent, be silent, oh speak no word 
Of suffering, that wrings thy soul, 

Let not a sigh from thy lips be heard, 

All thy seething thoughts control; 

Put brakes on thy heart, slacken its beat, 

Lest throbs that proclaim its pain 
Should injure that which is fine and sweet 
In the thought cells of thy brain. 

Be dumb, when falsehood flaunts in thy face 
Some vict’ry that stabs thy heart, 

And e’en when it shifts on thee disgrace, 

Oh still play a silent part. 


With murderous hands upon thy throat, 

Oh still with deep silence defy, 

The cowardly force that would have you float 
On the crested wave of a lie. 

Be silent still, tho you know that wrong 
Hath triumphed over thy best, 

For back of the victor’s triumphant song 
Is the victor’s torture — unrest. 

And know that to you will come the day 
When the clock of fate strikes the hour 
For justice to call, all debts to pay; 

It may bring life’s sweetest flower. 

Ohio State Journal, July, 1904. 






. NATIONAL CONVENTION AT 

ST. LOUIS. 


Who that was present will ever forget the 
thrilling and spectacular scenes in the colos¬ 
sal Coliseum at St. Louis during the National 
Democratic convention of Nineteen Hundred 
and Four when for many days and nights 
twelve or fifteen thousand people in a delir¬ 
ium of excitement created pandemonium in¬ 
describable; and who will forget that in that 
stormy struggle for supremacy one man alone, 
standing with uplifted hand could still that 
mighty, roaring sea of sound and hold that 
vast concourse silent watching his every move¬ 
ment waiting as if life depended upon each 
word he uttered. 

It had been claimed that Mr. Bryan’s power 
had waned ; perhaps it had as politicians reck¬ 
on power, but from the hour when he first 
read a dreary report through the Illinois con¬ 
test, through the all night session of nominat¬ 
ing speeches, and his last heroic effort that 
carried the convention to Sunday morning, 
there was no time when the multitude, mad 
with excitement, could not be subdued by a 
single movement of the “Great Commoner.” 


When the order came that, ticket or no 
ticket, no more people should be admitted to 
the Coliseum I was in a fearful crush just in¬ 
side the outer doors—from which section, steps 
led to the balcony encircling the arena of ac¬ 
tion where the delegates were massed. 

In vain did those holding tickets declare 
their right to enter. It was a case of 

••GET IN IP YOU CAN.” 

and as policemen with clubs guarded the en¬ 
trances it didn’t seem worth while trying to 
pass such barriers; deep, prolonged, piercing 
yells from the interior added to the angry 
excitement of those who were denied access. 
Pushing, scrambling, vociferous, the disap¬ 
pointed surged around the outer corridors, 
forward and backward like storm lashed 
waves. 

While tossed about by the crowd that barred 
return to the street I was thrown near one 
of the guards who stood at an entrance step 
with one arm extended until his hand rested 
upon the railing opposite leaving a slight space 
between his straight, slender form and the rail¬ 


ing. The extended arm would scarcely touch 
my head, but I didn’t see the opportunity pro¬ 
vided until the guard gave me a cue by saying: 

“You’re so small I can’t see you.” In an 
instant I was up the steps, looking out upon 
the great basin shaped interior of the Coliseum 
that from floor to roof was a confused blur 
of fans, faces and flags; bands were playing 
but above the strains of music rose the hoarse 
shouts and piercing yells that had been heard 
on the outside and 

POSSIBLY ON THE MISSISSIPPI. 

All seats in the balcony and all the aisles 
were filled by a scrambling crowd similar to 
that in the outer corridors; the heat was stif¬ 
ling, the clamor bewildering, the pressure of 
the crowd almost unendurable. A big, broad 
shouldered man threw out his arm as a shield, 
but the crowd sent us against a low railing. 

“This will never do,” exclaimed the big man. 
Then lightly, easily, without permission or 
apology he swung me over the slight barrier 
and followed with a stride, nodding carelessly 
to a policeman who made no protest against 
our unauthorized advent. 

Then my self-appointed guide seeming to 
know that a conventional woman would not 
be in that convention alone said: “You can’t 
get back through that mob so come with me.” 

It was not a time to resent mastership and 
as meekly as ever elemental woman followed 
the footsteps of man through the terrors of 
trackless jungles. I followed him with a sense 
of helplessness that could not have been more 
complete had the hall been a jungle where real 
tigers crouched in place of the Tammany. 

My guide’s strong shoulders forced a way 
through the struggling crowd to a place near 
the section reserved for the press writers, 
whose desks were arranged in a semi-circle 
around the platform. Then addressing me as 
tho I were a relative he said: 

“Here take this chair Hazel,” and in reply 
to my objection added: 

“Never mind whose place it is. Ethics don’t 
count in St. Louis. I've a number of tickets— 
but the seats—that’s another matter. A ticket 
for this convention means stay out so I’ve con¬ 
cealed mine.” 




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Then for the first time I noticed that my 
companion wore the badge of 

A NATIONAL COMMITTEEMAN 

With a quizzical smile he noted my recogni¬ 
tion of it and continued:— 

“I’m thinking of concealing my badge also 
for a crowd of rooters from New York have 
secured duplicate badges so these don’t count. 
But here try one of the “St. Louis Star” fans 
and make yourself as comfortable as possible. 
You’ll have to stand on your chair if you 
wish to see anything when they get well 
started.” 

“Well started,” I exclaimed in amazement, 
for it seemed as if the beginning and the end 
of everything were taking place. 

“Yes,” answered the committeeman, “there’ll 
be something doing here tonight, but you 
needn’t be frightened. I can’t remain in one 
place all the time but I’ll see you’re not an¬ 
noyed. There she goes!” 

ROLL CALL OF THE STATES. 

“Alabama,” yelled the clerk amid a reverb¬ 
erating salvo of applause. 

“Alabama yields to New York,” came the re¬ 
sponse, and Martin W. Littleton of New York, 
a gentleman of striking appearance, stepped 
forward and nominated Judge Parker in a 
speech that was said to be the literary gem 
of the convention. His beautifully finished 
phrases flowed from his lips eas'ly, admir¬ 
ably. 

In the demonstration that followed thous¬ 
ands became a whirling mass in which ban¬ 
ners and flags, hats, fans and umbrellas were 
thrown aloft and the standards of many states 
were torn from their fastenings and carried 
about the hall in the procession of states. It 
was led by a young man with a megaphone, 
followed by New York and other delegations 
who forced their way through the aisles of the 
reservation and marched to the music 

“we won’t go home till morning.” 

And above all other sounds, the piercing pro¬ 
longed yells of the excited multitude. 

Arkansas yielded to Tennessee and Senator 
Carmack seconded Parker’s nomination. 

“California” came the call and Senator Del- 
mas distinguished in appearance, classical in 
his style of speaking, nominated 

WILLIAM RANDOLPH HEARST. 

Senator Delmas’ speech was followed by a 
demonstration in which California with ban¬ 
ner of gold and picture of Mr. Hearst led the 
way followed by Hawaii, which for the first 


time was represented in a National conven¬ 
tion. It lasted thirty-one minutes exceeding 
the Parker demonstration by one minute. 

“Connecticut.” Walter A. Cummings sec¬ 
onded Parker. 

“Colorado.” P. J. O’Donnell seconded 
nomination of Parker. 

“Delaware.” Irving Handy, former Con¬ 
gressman, presented the name of Judge 
George Gray. 

“Florida,” and two men claimed recognition. 
John Beard seconded Hearst. 

“Georgia was called at midnight and Wright 
seconded nomination of Parker. 

“Indiana,” and Parker’s nomination was sec¬ 
onded by J. W. Kern who was at first a can¬ 
didate for the vice presidential nomination, 
he gave a fine tribute to Bryan, and said 
among other things he came from a state 
where when other states had deserted, the 
earth was fairly trembling beneath the tread 
of Democratic hosts. 

“Iowa,” came the call. 

Some delegate began response but the crowd 
yelled him down for he sought to speak for 
Parker and 

IOWA WAS FOR HEARST. 

“Iowa.” Geo. Rheinhart seconded nomina¬ 
tion of Hearst for Iowa, acting under unit 
rule. 

“Idaho.” Clarence Darrow of Illinois, sec¬ 
onded the motion for Hearst’s nomination. 

“Illinois.” 

“Kansas,” E. J. Johnson seconded Hearst. 

“Kansas.” Obermeyer placed in nomination 
Gen. Nelson A. Miles. 

“Kentucky” seconded nomination of Parker. 

“Louisiana” seconded Parker. 

“Maine” gave way to Montana and Senator 
Clark seconded Parker. 

"Maryland.” The nomination of Parker 
was seconded through Col. Brinkerman Schley. 

“Massachusetts.” Patrick Collins of Boston 
placed in nomination Richard Olney. 

“Minnesota.” The response was for Parker. 

“Montana” was also for Parker. 

“Mississippi.” Governor Vardaman on 
chair seconded Parker’s nomination. 

“Nebraska” was called and the crowd yelled 
for Bryan, but the response was: 

“Nebraska yields to Wisconsin,” and Danfel 
A. Rose, mayor of Milwaukee, placed Ed¬ 
ward Wall in nomination. 

North Dakota. 

“Ohio.” No nominee. 

“Pennsylvania.” Marshall J. Ryan seconded 
nomination of Parker. 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


343 


"Rhode Island.” Judge J. Fitzgerald in- 
■dorsed. 

“South Carolina.” Senator Tillman seconded 
Parker. 

Texas declared for Parker, and former 
Congressman Thomas E. Bell made a strong 
speech for the Esopus man. 

Utah changed places with Alaska. 

West Virginia for Parker. Virginia for 
Hearst. 

“Missouri” had been inadvertently omitted 
and Champ Clark, a man of splendid presence 
and fine voice, nominated Senator Cockrell of 
Missouri. His speech marked an epoch, for it 
was the first time in fifty years the name of a 
political Southern gentleman had been pre¬ 
sented in convention. Almost as he finished 
speaking the band crashed forth Dixie, and 
one of the most beautiful and inspiring scenes 
ever witnessed took place as twelve thousand 
people, rising tier upon tier from the floor to 
the roof of that great Coliseum sprang to 
their feet and with rhythmic movement in 
tune with the music waved small flags that 
had been distributed for this purpose, form¬ 
ing a cascade of color enchanting. 

The effect of the fluttering flags and music 
upon an audience that for hours had been in 
.a frenzy of excitement was indescribable.— 

It was just a confused blurr of gesticulating 
people, a great roar that beat through one’s 
head and carried one on a sea of intoxicat¬ 
ing emotion. 


Through that night of speechmaking when 
there were six nominating and twenty-eight 
seconding speeches with the wild demonstra¬ 
tions that followed each as delegates tore 
standards from their staffs and paraded the 
hall in the numerous processions of the states 
with ever the deep prolonged yells surging 
upward but little attention was given the 
speaking tho many of the most noted ora¬ 
tors of the nation made addresses -- 

the vast concourse in the Coliseum waited, for 
the master had not spoken. 


It was morning. Even those accustomed to 
prowling about till “The Hour of the Ox” had 
decided the night was somewhat prolonged 
and in the ugly light where the gray dawn 
vied with the incandescents a great pall of 
weariness and inertia had fallen upon the acres 
of people who had heard six hours and 
a half of oratory in the stifling heat of that 
July night. 

But suddenly twelve thousand people were 


electrified and the fiercest, wildest yells of all 
the night were hurled upward until it seemed 
the very roof would be riven for there be¬ 
fore us stood 

WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN. 

upon his face the majesty of a soul unstained 
by insincerity, one hand uplifted in gesture of 
appeal that acted as the wand of a magician 
for, instantly the piercing yells were stilled 
and all the clamor ended. His power was felt 
before he had spoken a word. When he did 
speak it was evident that he was suffering 
from the strain of more than fifty hours of 
sleepless, desperate contest in committee con¬ 
ference and on the floor of the convention 
while striving to weld chaotic conditions — 
his voice was not so strong and vibrant as 
usual but the spell of the speaker was over 
all and not a word of what he said was lost. 

It was worth years of ordinary life to wit¬ 
ness and feel the power of one man over such 
an assemblage for as he continued to speak 
his face and eyes glowed with their wonted 
fire and his voice rang out over the coliseum 
with all its wonted silver bugle clearness and 
sonorous organ richness until his eloquence 
brought tears to the eyes of the very men who 
sat there pledged to execute the wishes of 
those who were antithetical to all that he ad¬ 
vocated for they were compelled to render 
him the homage due to genius divine; 

Who could resist the heart stirring cry: 
“You may dispute if I have fought a good 
fight, if I have finished the course but none 
can deny that I have kept the faith. I surren¬ 
der the standard unsullied.” 

Under suspension of the four minute rule 
for seconding speeches Mr. Bryan spoke for 
forty-nine minutes, defending his course, vin¬ 
dicating himself of the charge of dictator¬ 
ship, defining his attitude and seconding the 
nomination of Senator Cockrell. 

Mr. Bryan may have many hours of triumph 
but it is not probable that ever again will he 
experience such deep rapture as must have 
thrilled from heart to brain when the homage 
of the people unpurchased, priceless was 
wafted to him in the silence that he alone 
could command as that vast throng, forgetful 
that the night had passed without sleep, sat 
with wide-eyed rapt attention listening to each 
word he uttered; entranced by the inde¬ 
scribable, irresistible charm of his oratory 
as he played upon the chords of human 
interest and sympathy with such wizard skill, 
ten thousand heart-strings vibrated in unison. 





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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


AFTER THE TELEGRAM CAME. 


Two o’clock was the hour scheduled for the 
nomination of vice president but the conven¬ 
tion met and recessed because no one knew 
what to do. 

Everything was as it had been at five o’clock 
that morning when that mighty multitude had 
rushed from that closely packed coliseum, 
after a ten hour session; but what a different 
atmosphere. 

The wildness of the nominating scene had 
been replaced by the volcanic intensity of feel¬ 
ing of men who knew their ticket was de¬ 
feated in advance and the curiosity of the 
crowd that knew something vital had trans¬ 
pired but as yet had not grasped the import. 

Nominating and seconding speeches were 
made but unheeded by the people who were 
waiting for some statement while the leaders 
were holding conference trying to find them¬ 
selves or the platform, something to stand 
upon, or some one to suggest some plan of 
procedure. 

There was a vacant seat in the Nebraska 
section. It proclaimed that the leader of 
leaders, the commanding, dominating person¬ 



Sen. Joe Bailey. 


ality of the convention was absent. Mr.. 
Bryan was seriously ill under the care of two 
physicians. 

Some of the wisest statesmen, some of the 
most brilliant leaders of the nation were there 
but all seemed as helpless as little wanderers 
who have lost their way and can find no path 
to the light. 

However, the roll call proceeded and it 
seemed possible nominations would be made 
when Senator Culberson of Texas was recog¬ 
nized and protested against the continuation 
of the convention with all the force of his 
eloquence. 

There was a demand that the Culberson 
motion be set aside followed by a roar of 
disapproval; delegates rushed to the New 
York delegation with copies of the afternoon 
extras stating that Judge Parker would not 
accept the nomination without a gold resolu¬ 
tion in the platform, then wild gesticulations,, 
frantic shouts and demands for this and that 
and at last a recess was taken until five- 
o’clock and after that until 8 o’clock. 



David B. Hill. 


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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


345 


AFTER THE LAST RECESS. 


Another vast crowd had assembled in the 
Coliseum called there by the impulse that 
brings men together in time of great disaster. 

The newspapers- had sent thousands of ex¬ 
tras out among the people and swiftly had 
they responded. 

Hatless and coatless, delegates went back to 
the Coliseum and hurried to their seats. 

Champ Clark called the convention to order 
with well assumed coolness and Gov. Varda¬ 
nian was recognized to ask officially what 
everyone had asked scores of times — infor¬ 
mation concerning the news that had caused 
Senator Culberson to demand an adjournment 
but all formalities were to gain time; the 
singing of “My Old Kentucky Home” aided 
delay until some explanation could be made. 

David Hill, August Belmont, William Shee- 
nan, Senator Tillman and others who had been 
in 

CONFERENCE AT THE SOUTHERN HOTEL 

arrived about nine o’clock and were greeted 
with a yell expressive of relief. 

Mounting the platform these leaders con¬ 
sulted with Chairman Clark. They had ar¬ 
ranged for speeches and fixed upon the men 
to be recognized. Bryan was too ill to be con¬ 
sulted. 

Then the fascinating masterly play for su¬ 
premacy became intensified as John Sharp 
Williams skillfully led his hearers to believe 
that the telegram was a very ordinary thing; 
and said Gov. Vardanian would read the tele¬ 
gram that Mr. Sheenan had received. In 
introducing the reader he assured the dele¬ 
gates they would find nothing in it that would 
require a change of the platform. After Gov. 
Vardanian had read the telegram, there was 
more finnesee; when he announced that Sen¬ 
ator Tillman of South Carolina would read the 
telegram that was to be sent to Judge Parker. 

In the early evening Senator Tillman had 
denounced the message with the statement — 

“It has the dictatorship of Tom Platt by — 
and with eagerness the people waited for him 
to do that which was naturally the part of 
Bryan but he was for harmony. 

At this moment came the 

MOST DRAMATIC SCENE. 

of the whole convention. Mr. Bryan, threat¬ 
ened with pneumonia, suffering from the pro¬ 


found exhaustion of many days and nights 
of forensic battle without sleep, amid warring, 
clashing interests, returned to the Coliseum., 
A mighty cheer gave recognition of his 
presence, a cheer that interrupted Senator Till¬ 
man who could not quiet the turbulent people. 


Who could doubt the supremacy of the 
Great CdVnmoner as he made his way to the 
speaker’s stand by royal right and stood be¬ 
fore his stunned, disheartened party men. 
The “expansive” smile seemed never to have 
had formation on the thin line of his lips; 
his face was white and weary, his eyes sunken 
and sombre and when he began to speak his 
voice was hoarse and labored, but the great 
heart and the mighty will were still uncon¬ 
quered and for an hour or more the throng 
was held in thrall by the greatest orator 
of modern times in the greatest speech of his 
life. 

Mr. Bryan’s speech when he stampeded the 
Chicago convention was considered unparal¬ 
leled as a triumph of modern oratory. Those 
who heard him then and when he seconded 
the nomination of Senator Cockrell, declared 
that in the nomination he surpassed his 
"crown of gold” oration but even so, it yielded 
its crown as a master speech to his last im¬ 
passioned effort in St. Louis. 

In the dawn of the day he had been 
thrilling, eloquent; he had won the tribute of 
deathlike silence followed by such cheers as 
must echo through all the after hours of his 
life; but in the night time he came, when it 
was also night time for his party, exhausted, 
suffering, to hold aloft one torch of hope for 
those who trembled in the gloom. 

The waves of annihilation were sweeping 
against the party walls but they could not 
quench the electric flame of feeling that flowed 
from his heart to his lips; they could not 
still the voice that gathered strength as he 
talked until it rose and fell with all its win¬ 
ning, magical power. He never paused for a 
word. His sentences came with an over¬ 
whelming rush, in cadence absolute, in period 
harmonious, as he pleaded for fair treatment 
for the people or flamed at that which he be¬ 
lieved a menace to the spirit of equality for 
all and special privileges for none With each 




346 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


word he uttered he seemed to gain new ma¬ 
jesty of presence. 

With infinite tact and perfect taste he re¬ 
called his acts and discussion on the committee 
on resolutions; how he had scratched out 
silver dollars and later standard money, as¬ 
set currency, and so on; but this was but pre¬ 
liminary to the white hot glow of eloquence 
that followed. A man of gentlest personality, 
he was like an aroused lion as he challenged 
the leaders who had prepared a message to be 
sent to Judge Parker in reply to his telegram 
to move to change the platform and come out 
for a gold standard. 

“I will offer no objection other than to vote 
against it,” he cried, seeming to think the 
delegates would object, but they remained im¬ 
movable silent. 

Then throwing all the force of his magnetic 
personality into his appeal he pleaded with 
the delegates to be fair with the voters, his 
winning vibrant voice rolling out over that 
convention with its volcanic possibilities until 
his hearers seemed to see what he evidently 
saw, not that brilliant throng beneath the 
glittering lights, not the array of intellectual 
giants opposing him, but that larger aggrega¬ 
tion, the millions out beyond that hall, the 
uncounted hosts who toil and wear their lives 
away with scarcely time to look at the sky 
and are too often unremembered in the play 
of politics. 

A deeper hush settled upon the listening 


multitude for the people realized as never be¬ 
fore that he was dominated by altruism, a 
passion for the truth in which there was no 
thought of ambition or personal advantage. 

For more than an hour, overcoming the 
great weariness and weakness that had fallen 
upon him he held his hearers entranced. It 
was the supreme struggle of a great soul 
against almost inevitable defeat; a soul re¬ 
flecting the simplicity and sincerity of the great 
common people, emphasizing his right to the 
title the Great Commoner. 

Gallantly did he meet the waves of oppo¬ 
sition, royally did he maintain his right to 
lead and as he stepped from the platform his 
desperately weary, death pale face gave proof 
of his endeavor. 

Beaten at every turn but victorious in de¬ 
feat in that hour he learned to know as a 
personal experience that which were worth a 
lifetime of official power for without office, 
without the prestige of electoral victories, he 
knew that he was the uncrowned ruler of 
many, knew that he was master of the great 
heart of the people, 

Those who heard Mr. Bryan in that hour 
can never pass from the spell of his voice, 
those who did not hear him then, in all prob¬ 
ability will never know how great an orator 
this period has produced, for speech is shaped 
by occasion, and this the most dramatic inci¬ 
dent in the history of American politics will 
scarcely be paralleled. 


Mr. Bryan had led the fight against Judge 
Parker >n the committee on credentials, de¬ 
feated there he had carried it to the floor of 
the convention, beaten there, spent seventeen 
hours with the committee on resolutions, which 
met at 8 o’clock on Thursday night, and never 
left the room until noon Friday, then came a 
conference for final plans of the anti-Parker 
forces, and at last the convention where he was 
the controlling spirit of these forces from 8 
o’clock in the evening until five the next morn¬ 
ing, making the wonderful speech in which he 
. seconded the nomination of Senator Cockrell, 


and then at the eleventh hour when the con¬ 
vention was ready to adjourn had thrown aside 
the fatigue and illness that would have pros¬ 
trated a less magnificent physique, a less in¬ 
domitable will, and despite the protest of the 
men of science, demonstrated the mastery of 
will and returned to contend for the principles 
that dominate his lofty soul, speaking with 
such transcendent power that his hearers will 
through life recall it not only with admiration, 
but with awe, and always will he stand as the 
most collosal figure in that convention. 



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347 





W. J. Bryan. 











348 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 




Carte’ Harrison. 



Chas. D. Murphy.. 











YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


349 


SOME OF THE NOTABLES. 


Senator “Tillman, picturesque and militant, 
with his powerful face and the incomparable 
ease of the southerner engaged attention even 
in the stress of the convention. Several times 
I was near enough to this terror of the “spe¬ 
cial privilege statesman” to mark his square 
jaw and the depth of his head, and once only 
the winning smile of the mobile mouth. After 
seeing him it is not difficult to think of him 
as one of the great figures in National affairs. 

Sitting or standing by the National Com¬ 
mitteemen through much of the ten hour ses¬ 
sion my attention was called to many National 
characters. 

Among the notable men to whom my com¬ 
panion called attention were Senator Culber¬ 
son of Texas, tall and classically handsome; 
Clarence Darrow of Illinois; Governor Peck, 
of Wisconsin, original 

PECK’S BAD BOY. 

He wore a straw hat well pushed back 
from a full forehead and bore no resemblance 
to the incorrigible pictured in the story. 

Other men pointed out were National Chair¬ 
man James K. Jones, a fatherly looking man. 

Former Senator Trueman. 

Joseph Bailey of Texas, Carter Harrison, 
mayor of Chicago, Thomas Taggart, the idol 
of the Indiana Democracy, Charles A Walsh, 
Col. J Hamilton Lewis, Norman E. Mack of 
New York, National Committeeman, power in 
N. Y. politics. 

Senator Cockrell of. Missouri, grand old 
man, beloved and honored; Charles Murphy 
Leader Tammany, former Senators McCarren 
and Townsend, New York; Jerry South of 
Arkansas, Senator Daniels of Virginia, famed 
for his oratory; Joseph Folk, quiet and unas¬ 
suming. 

W. A. Watson, Tammany man; H. Childers, 
New York; Mr. Davis of West Virginia, 
who gives one the impression of rugged 
strength despite his age and looks like a self- 
made business man. 

Congressman Bourke Cochran of New 
York, Governor Blanchard of Louisiana, type 
of southern gentleman; Ex-mayor David S. 
Rose of Milwaukee; J. E. Bell of Indiana; 


L. S. Overman of North Carolina, typical 
southerner. 

Patrick McCarren of New York, Irving 
Handy of Delaware, A. W. Moline of Porto 
Rico, and David B. Hill, the man who has 
been described as a mental machine who has 
reduced politics which is his life to a geomet¬ 
rical proposition. 

OTHER WELL KNOWN PEOPLE. 

Cong. Ollie James of Kentucky; Col. J. B. 
Breathitt of Mexico, a striking figure, tall and 
bronzed, with smooth shaven face and a crown 
of white hair; John P. Hopkins, Chicago; 
James J. Kennedy, State Senator Bumarger, 
David H. Purdy, F. J. Cannon. 

One of the most interesting and picturesque 
characters \yas Gov. Vardanian who does not 
believe in the social or political advancement 
of the negro. With flashing eyes and long 
black hair attracted instant attention. 

A gentleman who seemed particularly glad 
to meet Ohio people was C. R. Van Horn, 
better known as “Calc” an old Cincinnati resi¬ 
dent who is now managing editor of the New 
York World. 

Senator W. W. J. Stone strongly marked 
features, William Brennan, orator and lawyer 
of the Guffey contingent. 

Former Lieut. Gov Wm. F. Sheehan, bet¬ 
ter known as “Blue Eyed Billy” — Judge 
Parker’s personal representative. 

William Randolph Plearst, more than six 
feet tall, very quiet in appearance, thorough¬ 
bred, cultured gentleman; nothing in common 
with the mental impression formed of him as 
an editor. 

A1 G. Carlisle of Salem wore his cheerful 
smile back of a rain of perspiration. 

Two famous Ohioans, “Buck” Brady of 
Cincinnati, Judge Robert Hough, Hillsboro; 
candidate for Democratic nomination for gov¬ 
ernor in 1897 defeated by Hon. Horace L. 
Chapman. 

Governor Dockery of Missiouri, carrying 
fan and umbrella, looked like a big, fat boy 
as he mopped his perspiring face. 

A1 Mays of Miamisburg, Ohio, wealthy to¬ 
bacco dealer in the days of Sorg and Camp¬ 
bell, the third district. 



350 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


NOTES OF THE CONVENTION. 


Among the well known women of the coun¬ 
try who occupied boxes near the speaker’s 
stand were: Mrs. E. B and Mrs. B. C. Cock¬ 
rell, Miss Marie House, Senator Tillman’s 
wife and two daughters, the daughters of Gen. 
James B. Weaver, Mrs. Henry Evans and 


Stacey B. Rankin, Ohio’s Executive Com¬ 
missioner, and one of the most prominent Re¬ 
publicans in the state, who occupied a box 
with Mrs. Mercer Hall, daughter of Judge 
Parker, Mrs. Francis, wife of the President 
of the Exposition and Mrs. Daniel Manning, 
forgot that he was at a Democratic conven¬ 


Mrs. Maud Robinson, Miss Montgomery, of 
Portland, Oregon, Mrs. Champ Clark, Mrs. 
John C. Williamson, Mrs. George Trueman, 
Washington State—husband mentioned as vice 
presidential possibility. 


tion for during the Cockrell demonstration he 
was on his feet waving a flag and seemingly 
as delirious with excitement as the most pro¬ 
nounced Democrat .in Missouri; his mouth 
opened and shut at intervals as though he 
were cheering but in that uproar nothing could 
be distinguished as a human voice. 


In one of the short interims in the conven¬ 
tion proceedings, Mr. Bryan was seen stand¬ 
ing on corner near the Planter’s Hotel in 
earnest converse with a gentleman, and in this 
pose gave one opportunity to see the sim¬ 
plicity that characterizes his dress as well as 


his manner. At this time, when the eyes of 
the nation were upon him he wore a blue 
negligee shirt with a pin stripe, a scarf of 
darker blue tied in a careless knot and a wide 
hat pushed back from the full strong fore¬ 
head, with blue black coat and trousers. 


In the first procession of the states around 

the hall it seemed as if the entire multitude 

• 

had suddenly gone mad, for shouting, ges¬ 
ticulating the surging hosts lost all sense, all 
desire seemingly save to make as much noise 
as possible. Intense fear caused me to do the 
only thing I should have done during that half 
hour of pandemonium when each instant there 
was the possibility of being swept out with 
that moving mass. 

“I must say you have courage,” said the full 
rich voice of the committeeman whom I had 
not seen during that mad procession; then he 
continued, I thought you’d be frightened by 
this demonstration, but here you are as calm 
as a Quaker at a prayer meeting. You didn’t 
even move did you?” 

“No, I didn’t; dead people don’t move, and 
I was frightened to death. 

“Was it as bad as that for you?” 


“Yes, it was worse than being beyond ones 
depth in a rough sea, it wasn’t so bad until 
the crowd came between me and the standard 
of one state. 

“And your state ?” said my chance ac¬ 
quaintance making the first remark, indicat¬ 
ing that he had not known me a lifetime. 
Then he continued: 

“Ohio? I might have known it. No won¬ 
der the men in that state are politicians when 
the women can ‘do’ a convention like this 
alone.” 

“But I’m not doing it,” was my protest 
lost in a renewal of cheers and frantic band 
playing; after the tumult had subsided, until 
the gavel of the speaker could be heard. I 
added: “I don’t even know what they’re 

doing.” 

“And no one else knows,” was the laughing 
response. 


At every convention there are some whose 
familiar faces seem part of the Great Play of 
Politics, which draws an enthusiastic crowd, 
such as no other drama can command, and so 
long as there are conventions there will be 
many who will go to them despite disappoint¬ 
ments or disaster, pain or pleasure, stress 
of business or struggle for bread, betrayals 
in love or bargains in land. 


Among the Columbus convention habitues 
seen in various places in St. Louis were: 
Col. W. A. Taylor, veteran politician and 
writer; A. P. Sandies, one of the younger 
politicians of Ohio, with a wide acquaint¬ 
ance; J. C. L. Pugh, one of the Hearst dele¬ 
gates from Franklin county, and Del Saviers, 
who had an affinity for the luxurious seats 
in the lobby of the Jefferson Hotel. 







YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


351 


OHIO DELEGATES. 


John A. McMahon, Dayton. 

E. H. Moore, Youngstown. 

L. G. Bernard, Ci .e'nr.ati. 

W. S. Thomas, Springfield. 
Chas. P. Salen, Cleveland. 

Harlan Cleveland, Cincinnati. 

E. W. Hanley, Dayton. 

A. D. Miller, Lima 

S. A. Hoskins, Wapakoneta. 

John Wood, Geo-getown. 

Chas. J. Bowlus, Springfield. 

V. J. Dahl, Washington C. H. 

W. L. Finley, Kenton. 

W. R. Nevin, Bellefontaine. 

John Bolan, Toledo. 

H. A. Kilmer, Port Clinton. 

J. W. Guthrie, Manchester. 

Oscar W. Newman, Portsmouth. 
W. D. Yaple, Chillicothe. 

M. A. Daugherty, Lancaster. 
James Ross, Columbus. 

C. F. Gilliam, Columbus. 

Hiram Long, Bryan. 


Frank Donnenwirth, Bucyrus. 
Lewis Brucker, Mansfield. 
Daniel Torpy, Marietta. 

H. F. Sutton, Zanesville. 

W. B. Francis, Martin’s Ferry. 

A. N. McCombs, Cadiz. 

W. R. Pomerene, Coshocton. 
Wellington Stilwell, Millersburg. 
P. J. McNamara, Youngstown. 
W. B. Padgett, Warren. 

C. A. Corbin, Ashtabula. 

Tom L. Johnson, Cleveland. 

John H. Clarke, Cleveland. 

B. W. Campbell, Cincinnati. 
Chas. E. Mason, Hamilton. 

A. R. Geyer, Paulding. 

O. N. Sams, Hdlsboro. 

John E. Bruce, Cincinnati. 
Harvey Platt, Tiffin. 

W. G. Sharpe, Elyria. 

Rhodes I. Gregory, Canton. 

W. A. Ault, Wadsworth. 


NEWSPAPER MEN AT THE CONVENTION. 


In four days and two nights spent in the 
stormy struggle of the convention I didn’t ob¬ 
serve Ohio delegates taking conspicuous parts 
for under the unit rule they were barred from 
active participation, but the newspaper men, 
coatless, waistcoatless, collarless, with arms 
bared to the elbows forgetting their creed of 
indifference jumped to the tops of their desks 
and took such vociferous part in the tumult 
that the people back of them took up the 
slogan 

DOWN WITH THE PRESS. 

and fans, umbrellas and newspapers were 
thrown at them in good humored way. 

Among those who did the desk walking act 
at the same time were “Big Ben” Allen of 
Cleveland, George Marvin, Hartzell Caldwell, 
James Faulkner and Ellis Jones, owner and 
manager of the Press Post, who was acting 
as correspondent for his paper. 


Samuel G. McClure, editor-in-chief of the 
Ohio State Journal, was also acting as staff 
correspondent for his paper, and in all proba¬ 
bility no writer worked more faithfully than 
he. Sunday morning in the very last moments 
of that prolonged convention when a few hun¬ 
dred stragglers were trying to sing “Auld 
Lang Syne,” I looked back over the big, 
almost deserted Coliseum and noticed Mr. 
McClure just leaving his desk. 

Early in the week Eugene Kerr was seen 
entering the Coliseum. Cool, collected, quiet 
when the struggling mass of humanity seemed 
on the verge of a riot. Hon. John J. Lentz and 
Harry Westerman were but a few steps in ad¬ 
vance of Mr. Kerr but in that whirlpool of 
humanity where one was swept round and 
round it was probably twenty minutes before 
I reached the door through which they had 
passed. 





GLEE CLUB MAKES HIT IN ST. LOUIS 


Before the advent of the Columbus Glee 
Club upon the Exposition grounds, I heard 
people from various parts of the world dis¬ 
cussing the power of this famous organization 
and planning to be present at the concert given 
in Festival Hall, Tuesday afternoon. 

Among those who mentioned this club to 
me were, a Frenchman in the Varied Indus¬ 
tries Building, a student from Germany, a girl 
from a Mexican ranch who was at a politi¬ 
cal meeting in Ohio when the boys were help¬ 
ing a campaign, two New York women who 
were watching the Philippine scouts drill on 
the Plaza of St. Louis, a salesman from Chi¬ 
cago who had just emerged from a Jim Key 
performance on the Pike, a San Francisco 
wtman who was resting in the Texas Build¬ 
ing, a man and woman from Peoria, Illinois, 
a Yale man who had heard them in some con¬ 
vention, a United States Marine who was 
sitting in his tent engaged in sorting his shoes 
of which he had six pair in view. 

The remarks and inquiries of these people, 
from such widely different points, represent¬ 
ing such varied phases of life, indicated 
world wide reputation, an indication that was 
verified when a large audience greeted them 
and gave rapt attention throughout each 
number and splendid ovations at the close 
of many of the classical and popular selections 
of which the program consisted. 

WERE MANY ENCORES. 

% 

H. W. Frillman, base vocalist and president 
of the club, who sang a selection from Mo¬ 
zart’s magic flute, was one whose singing 
elicited much applause and Mr. Reed, tenor, 
was recalled so insistently, that he was com¬ 
pelled to sing three times in succession. 

Five numbers were rendered by the Club, 
two solos by Messrs. Frillman and Reed, and 
three selections on the great organ by Mr. 
Galloway. Mr. Simpson, the director, and 
members received congratulations not only 
from music devotees in the audience but from 
Mr. Galloway, the organist, and from Mr. 
Ernest Kroeger, who has charge of all the 
music programs given at the Exposition. 

At a special reception given the club mem¬ 
bers by the Ohio World’s Fair Commission 
in the Ohio Building, Wednesday evening, the 
triumph of the afternoon was continued. A 
large number of guests were present and for 
two hours the club delighted an appreciative 
audience. 


BEST MUSIC AT THE FAIR. 

“Oh,” said one woman whose expressive 
face showed the pleasure she felt, “this is the 
best musical entertainment 'that has been 
given at the World’s Fair.” 

At this time the boys had not begun to sing 
their stirring campaign songs. When these 
began to roll forth with all the abandon of 
those accustomed to swaying crowds, this 
woman sat speechless for each selection 
seemed to be the “hit” until it was followed 
by something better. 

The Democrats who were present seemingly 
enjoyed themselves as much as others. When 
at last the boys were compelled by the in¬ 
stinct of self-preservation to give as one voice, 
“Oh, You Don’t Know How Tired I Am,” the 
delighted listeners refrained from farther 
demonstration. 

SOME PEOPLE WHO WERE PRESENT. 

Among the guests at the reception were Mr. 
Yerington, National Commissioner of Nevada, 
J. F. Miller, National Commissioner of New 
York, T. E. Marshall, Director of Exposition, 
Commissioner Kingsbury and wife of Rhode 
Island, Mr. and Mrs. Frank of Athens, Gov¬ 
ernor and Mrs. Brown of Larimie, Mrs. Ly¬ 
ons and daughter of New York, General and 
Mrs. Mitchell of Minnesota, Mrs. Grant 
Thomas, Wisconsin, Dr. Schuebe and wife, 
and Mrs. Walsh of Wisconsin, National Com¬ 
missioner Bartlet and wife of Georgia, Na¬ 
tional Commissioner Reis of Connecticut, 
Mrs. Appleby pf New York, Mr. and Mrs. 
Francis. 

Thursday a visit was made to the St. Louis 
Republic and Globe Democrat buildings, both 
papers having had elaborate reports of the 
club’s doings. 

At the Republic, political songs were re¬ 
quested as staff wished to know what kind of 
songs a political glee club could render. Altho 
the Republic is a Democratic paper, “Teddy 
and Mr. Bryan” and “Big Gold Democrat” 
were especially well received as a complete 
novelty to St. Louis.. 

At Globe Democrat, compositors sent down 
an invitation to visit the composing rooms 
and for half an hour the men gathered 
around the singers with expressions of appre¬ 
ciation. 


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THE APRON STRING. 


The author of the following poem, Mary Robson McGill, a product of the Buckeye 
State, is now in St. Louis, studying the World’s Fair and the customs and people of the 
metropolis of the Louisiana Purchase. The po em was suggested to the author by the criti¬ 
cism of Admiral George Dewey, shortly after his marriage, in which he was ridiculed as 
being tied to his wife’s apron string. The poem is a very striking presentation of the power 
and influence of the apron-string from a woman's point of view. 


“Tied to a woman’s apron-string.” 

Is the phrase that leaps to the lips. 

That voice contempt with subtle sting 
For that which they cannot eclipse; 

For tho’ earth be searched for grander power 
Tho’ the great their treasures bring 
The charm of each gem and book and flow er 
Will yield to “the apron string;” 

When hands that tie it are those you love 
As mother, sweetheart, or wife; 

The hands that point to the heights above 
And lead to a larger life. 

Oh, men with your grand and godlike gifts, 
When your idle jests you threw 
At that which enriches and uplifts 
And heals humanity’s woe; 

Does there never mount from heart to brow 
A flush that bespeaks great shame 
As you bare your head and humbly bow 
To the memory of a name. 

A name that recalls your boyhood days 
And love to which you will cling, 

Through all earth's dark and devious ways, 

For it has no after sting. 

The love that lives is the love that can lead 
To the highest heights of the soul, 

The love that will come in your greatest need 
With power to inspire and console. 

And this love has a symbol quaint and old 
As any that you can bring, 

It’s as fine as ever was wrought in gold, 

But it’s only “an apron string.” 

Oh that apron string of your boyhood days, 

How you longed to break its pow’er, 

When it held you back from the great high¬ 
ways 

Where each rank w r eed seemed a flower. 

Then you vowed when you once became a 
man 

You’d go with a double swing 
And you’d show the world as you swiftly 
ran 

How to break an apron string. 

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But someway that string always lengthened 
out, 

And stronger and firmer grew, 

Till yoi.'d turn away from the wildest rout 
To follow its leading true. 

Oh. this string will reach to the farthest 
place 

To depths of the deepest mine; 

It will twine round your heart with tender 
grace 

When you scale the heights sublime. 

Yes, this longest, strongest cord ever known 
Can girdle the entire earth; 

It will lead you bafk as its very own 
To scenes of your childhood’s mirth; 

To days when you harked for drum corps 
and bands, 

And from childish toys would spring 
To grasp with your soft, chubby baby hands 
The ends of an apron string. 

When the hands that tied it return to dust 
That string will be fast to you, 

’Twill strengthen the might of the inward 
must, 

It will show you must be true. 

Then assail what you will that’s fair and 
bright, 

Oh, men with your words that sting; 

With your jests so gay and your tones so 
light, 

Let wine prompted laughter ring; 

But pause lest the noblest impulse should die, 
Your careless words cease to fling, 

To the reckless crowd that fain would decry 
Your mother’s apron string. — 

There are other strings not quite so strong, 
That are tied by women’s hands; 

These women ne’er crooned your cradle song 
Nor rocked you to fairy lands. 

But no silken scarf, no butterfly bow 
No Grecian girdle, revealing 
The charms that are meant for your over¬ 
throw 

While it seems to be concealing, 





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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


E”er wielded an influence o’er your life 
That could make you soar and sing 
Like that of a faithful sweetheart or wife 
Whose power is an "apron string.” 

Oh such women as these will guide you 
right, 

You need not fear their control, 

They will give you heart for the hardest tight, 
Should you fail, they’ll heal your soul. 

But, oh, should you come like the hero brave, 
Who came from the battle’s strife, 

Where death lurked grim on the ocean wave, 
But none gave a thought to life; 

Should you come with a nation’s praise in 
song, 

Thrilling grand on the throbbing air, 

Oh, then would you seem less great and 
strong 

If, tired of the noise and glare, 


You should turn away in that sad, dark hour, 
That follows the public praise, 

When you heart grew sick of the pomp and 
power, 

And your brow ached ’neath its bays. 

If you turned from these to a dearer prize 
Than any the world can bring, 

And forgot- the gifts of the great and wise 
To bow to an apron string? 

No, the bravest men are the gentlest, too, 
And like incense fine and sweet, 

Are the thoughts Oi the women proud of you 
As your trophies fall at their feet, 

So standing there on the sun-kissed heights 
Towering high o’er the kingliest king 
You could well look down on the lesser lights 
Who sneer at “the apron string.” 

— St. Louis Star. 

Verse published originally in New York 
Times and Columbus newspapers. 


WONDER OF THE FAIR. 


After a long visit in St. Louis and at the 
World’s Fair, Mrs. Willis C. Mills, wife of 
Prof Mills of the O. S. U., and their charming 
daughter Helen, left St. Louis Thursday for 
the return trip to Ohio. They were accom¬ 
panied by Prof. Mills, who will return to 
the anthropological building in a few days. 

During their sojourn here these represent¬ 
atives of the Buckeye State have made many 
friends among those who were drawn to the 
most interesting room in the Anthropological 
Building. This room is in charge of Prof. 
Mills and is used for the Ethnological exhibit 
of Ohio, which consists of but a portion of 
her archeological retrievings, but which have 
given to Ohio in one respect at least, a place 
above all countries or states; for the rare 
finds from the ancient mounds of the 
Buckeye State attract much attention from 
those who know of their value, savants of 
nations, who marvel at the finds and are 
astonished by the indifference of Ameri¬ 
cans to relics of worth and their preference for 
rubbish. 

In this connection it is amusing to hear the 
remarks of some of the sightseers who are 
doing the Fair systematically, as they express 
it, which means they are walking over as much 


ground as possible per hour with a passing 
glance for everything that may be considered 
worth mentioning, when they tell their friends 
they have been at the World’s Fair and have 
seen the whole thing in seven days. 

Apropos of this a woman who was leaving 
this exhibit in reply to an inquiry said: 

‘‘No, there isn’t anything in there worth 
seeing. Lot of rubbish in glass cases and peo¬ 
ple who look at it should be kept in glass 
cases themselves, if I’m any judge. Just 
some pieces of flint or some labeled knives; 
some pipes and copper bracelets and rings; 
two old stone mortars and so on. Ohio didn't 
have anything to compare with the mummies 
from Egypt; they did give one a creepy feel¬ 
ing.” 

A little later a gentleman, whose appear¬ 
ance indicated culture of the highest sort, 
was seen studying a human effigy pipe which 
is the purest specimen found in Gartner 
Mound. With the ease of the cosmopolitan 
he was soon talking and in a few moments 
had learned all I knew or rather didn’t know,' 
concerning these interesting “finds” and I had 
learned that as objects of interest to savants, 
the mummies did not compare with the Ohio 
Archeological exhibit. 






OHIO CITIES BEGIN CELEBRATION 


This is Ohio week at the World's Fair, 
and several important cities of the Buck¬ 
eye State will hold individual celebrations 
during the period. Monday is Toledo day 
and eight hundred residents of that city are 
here to participate in the day’s festivities. 

Stacey B. Rankin, executive commissioner 
from Ohio, welcomed the Toledo contingent 
at the Ohio building. About thirty members of 
the Toledo delegation attended a sacred con¬ 
cert at the Ohio building Sunday afternoon. 
The day’s arangements are in charge of H. 
B. Van Sickle, editor of the Toledo Times. 

Tuesday will be the largest day of Ohio 
week, when the citizens of Cleveland will have 
their day. About five hundred members of the 
Chamber of Commerce, Cleveland, will arrive 
on a special train Monday evening, while over 
one thousand citizens of the Forest City will 
come to the World’s Fair on special excursion 
trains during the day and night. 


The day’s celebration will take place in the 
Ohio building at 2 o’clock, and a reception 
will be given there. 

Music will be furnished every day this 
week at the Ohio building by a specially en¬ 
gaged band from 10:00 to 1:00 o’clock in the 
morning. Springfield, Ohio, will celebrate at 
the Fair Thursday; Dayton, Friday, and Cin¬ 
cinnati will close the week on Saturday. The 
formal program for Tuesday, Cleveland day, 
has been announced, as follows: 

Address of welcome, President Francis; ad¬ 
dress of welcome, Mayor Rolla Wells; re¬ 
sponse on behalf of the Cleveland Chamber 
of Commerce, Amos McNairy, president of 
that body; response on behalf of the Cleve¬ 
land Builders’ Exchange. President William 
H. Hunt; “Educational Influences at the 
World’s Fair,’’ Charles F. Howe, president 
of the Case School of Applied Sciences.” 























OHIO DAY AT THE WORLD’S FAIR 


Ohio day at St. Louis Exposition was ob¬ 
served in the presence of two thousand peo¬ 
ple, gathered about the building, beautiful in 
all its appointments and decorations. 

The exercises took place upon the veranda 
and were opened by President W. F. Burdell, 
who introduced David R. Francis, president 
of the Exposition. 

Mr. Francis formally welcomed Governor 
Herrick to Missouri and the Fair and in the 
course af his remarks said that the Exposi¬ 
tion management realized that it was under a 
debt of gratitude to Ohio for much of the 
success attained and the Federal government 
could not have been run during the last hun¬ 
dred years had it not been for Ohio men, and 
that it would have been impossible to have ar¬ 
ranged and conducted a mammoth World’s 
Fair without Ohio’s assistance. 

Governor Herrick, the guest of honor and 
principal speaker, made a fine address in which 
he said Ohio was the mother of the living 
west and that in the Mississippi Valley alone 
there must be three quarters of a million 
people who were born in Ohio. 

General John C. Noble of St. Louis, brother 
of Henry C. Noble of Columbus, secretary of 
the Interior in President Harrison’s cabinet, 
formerly of Lancaster, Ohio, gave an elo¬ 
quent historical address on Ohio and the 
Louisiana Purchase. 

W. F. Burdell, president of the Ohio Com¬ 
mission to the Exposition and presiding officer 
of the day, delivered a fine address in which 
he declared the Exposition to be the world’s 
eighth wonder. , 

Rev. D. N. Luccock, pastor of the Ohio 
Society at St. Louis, delivered the invocation. 
Mr. Luccock was formerly of Guernsey 
county. 

Seated on the veranda with the governor, 
his staff and party, were also Governor Mur¬ 
phy and former Governor Vorhees of New 
Jersey, with members of their staff, resplend¬ 
ent in glitter and of gold, together with Sen¬ 
ators Dryden and Kean. 

New Jersey’s celebration had taken place 
two hours before, Governor Herrick being 
an honored guest. A public reception fol¬ 
lowed the Ohio Day exercises, Governor and 


Mrs. Herrick with Mrs. Francis, wife of the 
Exposition president, receiving. 

Mr. and Mrs. Gray of Cleveland, the latter 
Mrs. Herrick’s sister; Mrs. D. L. Manning of 
New York, president of the Board of Lady 
Managers; Judge Tod B. Galloway, the gov¬ 
ernor’s secretary; Adjutant General Critch- 
field and eight other members of the govern¬ 
or's staff, had seats about the speaker’s stand. 

The staff members included Colonel Charles 
B. Waybrecht of Alliance, Major Cunning¬ 
ham of Fostoria, Captain Wood of Dayton,. 
Capt. G. H. Williams of Norwalk, Lieutenant 
Moulton of Lima, Captain Harry Knox of 
Marietta, and Captain Julius Blaisis of Cleve¬ 
land. 

Governor Herrick, in the course of his re¬ 
marks, said: 

Ohio is the most cosmopolitan of states. 
It began with a vigorous blend of Puritan 
and Cavalier, happily modified by the Con¬ 
necticut Bourbon and the Pennsylvania Dutch¬ 
man, a composite that embraces elements of 
sterling manhood and formed the basis of a 
self-reliant and aggressive citizenship. 

It is surprising that ift all this magnificent 
empire building, Ohio should look on with a 
feeling of pride and kinship — I say kinship 
— for Ohio is the mother and a mighty mother 
is she, of the great Middle West. 

Why, my friends, do you know there are 
living in Oh'o more than 1,600,000 Ohio 
born people; more than 140,000 in Illinois; 
90,000 in Iowa; 90,000 in Kansas, and more 
than 70,000 in this great state of Missouri. 
I have no fear of contradiction when I say 
that there are living now in the great Valley 
of the Mississippi more than three-quarters of 
a million Americans who first saw the light 
of day in the grand old state of Ohio. 

Mr. William F. Burdell, chairman of the 
Ohio Commission, said in part: 

“On behalf of the Ohio Commission in the 
Louisiana Purchase Exposition, I bid you wel¬ 
come to these Ohio day exercises. We are 
justly proud of our state and we like to get 
together and talk about her. The Ohio Com¬ 
mission with limited resources, has done the 
best it could to provide a comfortable and 
hospitable meeting place for Ohio people. I 



YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


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•am delighted that such goodly numbers of 
Ohioans lend their appreciative presence to 
the superb effort of this most progressive city. 

Ohio has had some share in the great 
national development that this Exposition re¬ 
flects. Ohio and her sons have not been in 
the rear of this splendid procession. She and 
they have been making records for political 
and industrial America. Some pages in our 
country’s history belong to her. 

Mr. Francis was repeating a compli¬ 
ment which he paid all the states upon the 
occasion of their celebrations, or he was re¬ 
sorting to a little sarcasm at Ohio’s expense, 
when he said—“the exhibits speak for them¬ 
selves,” for while Ohio individuals and cor¬ 
porations have exhibits of acknowledged su¬ 
periority, Ohio as a state, is far behind oth¬ 
ers, because of her meagre appropriation, 
nearly all of which was for her building, noth¬ 
ing being available for her exhibits. 



Myron T. Herrick. 


But in all probability Mr. Francis meant 
what he said, for he went on to acknow¬ 
ledge another debt of gratitude to Ohio. He 
said Ohio, whose birth as a state was contem¬ 
poraneous with the purchase of the Louisiana 
territory, was itself preparing for a great Cen¬ 
tennial celebration at Toledo, but that in order 
that the Louisiana Purchase Exposition might 
not suffer on account of a similar attraction, 
Ohio and Toledo graciously gave up their 
show in the interests of the greater one. This 
sacrifice he praised warmly. 

Public reception followed speaking. 

Among the callers were Mayor and Mrs. 
Carter Harrison, of Chicago; Mayor and 
Mrs. Rolla Wells, of St. Louis; David Fran¬ 
cis, president of the exposition, and" several 
foreign representatives. 

Third regiment band of Kansas and the 
Philippine Constabulary band furnished the 
music. 



W. F. Burdell. 



Gen. John W. Noble. 

Secretary of Interior Under President Harrison and former Resident of Lancaster. 










OHIO SOCIETY—LARGEST STATE SOCIETY 

IN ST. LOUIS. 


A brilliant banquet at Buckingham Club in 
honor of Governor Herrick, was given by the 
Ohio Society of St. Louis, Tuesday night. 
Gov. Herrick made the principal address. The 
other speaker being Rev. Dr. Frank Gun- 
saulus, of Chicago. 

Among the members present were: Dr. 
Luccock Pres., Col. Edwin Baledorf, Mr. and 
Mrs. John Ballard, J. J. Howard, Pembroke 
Flitcraft, Mr. and Mrs. David Francis, Mr. 
and Mrs. Milton T. Williams, Mr. and Mrs. 


Joseph W. Moon, J. N. Hillbring, A. P. Miller, 
Mr. and Mrs. C. Helflinger, Mrs. Ada B. 
Fhtcraft, John S. Blake, David Francis, Mr. 
and Mrs. Edgar Woodley, Mrs. P. R. Flit- 
craft, Mrs. W. A. Draper, Mr. and Mrs. L. 

B. Jones, Mr. and Mrs. Isaac T. Cook, Mr. 
and Mrs. John Musmore, Mr. and Mrs. Chas. 
D. Reeves, W. B. Simpson, Bert Dennis, Mr. 
and Mrs. Charles W. Allan, Mr. and Mrs. E. 

C. Robinson, Mrs. S. J. McDonald, Mr. and 
Mrs. S. J. Mcllvain and Perry H. Werner. 


NOTES ON OHIO DAY AT ST. LOUIS EXPOSITION. 


Governor and Mrs. Herrick were honored 
with a fine reception at the Ohio building, 
where members of the official party, visiting 
Ohioans and members of the Ohio Society 
of St. Louis to the number of six hundred 
were present. , 

President W. F. Burdell and Stacey B. 
Rankin planned the reception. In the line 
with Governor and Mrs. Herrick were Gen¬ 
eral John W. Noble of St. Louis, and Mrs. E. 
L. Buchwalter of Springfield, member of the 
Board of Lady Managers of the Exposition. 

Just as the receiving line was formed the 
electric lights went out and the great company 
was left in darkness for half an hour save for 
the faint light obtained from some'little deco¬ 
rative candles secured from the New York 
building, or the occasional striking of a match. 

When the lights went out I was sat down 
upon in the most emphatic manner, not fig¬ 
uratively, but literally, by a big woman who 
said by way of apology, “I thought you were 
a chair.” A few moments later I moved 
through the darkness to where I could just 
faintly discern the outlines of a vacant chair 
and adjacent to it the soft white folds of a 
woman’s gown. 

“Is this seat vacant,” I inquired. 

“Yes, I think it is,” came in a soft musical 
voice accompanied by a little laugh. “Isn’t 
this too bad? Poor Mr. Rankin worked so 
hard to have this a success.” 


At that instant Mr. Rankin’s tall form was 
seen just at the top of the stairway where he 
had paused to examine the little candle that, 
had lighted hiin up the stairs; then seeming 
to think it might last a few moments, ex¬ 
claimed: “Who said Ohio needs more light?” 

Shouts of laughter greeted the Commisioner, 
who was in evening dress and seemingly the 
best of spirits, tho the mishap with regard to- 
the lights had occurred at such an inoppor¬ 
tune time. 

The building was filled with people who- 
moved about like shadows, and all sorts of mis- 
leaps befell the movers, but fortunately all 
of a humorous character, and after a half hour 
of genuine fun, the lights were turned on 
and the reception began. 

In the flood of light the woman beside me 
was revealed as Mrs. E. L. Buchwalter, who 
was waiting to be escorted to the receiving 
line. Her gown was of cream colored chiffon 
embroidered with roses. As she moved away 
and went down the broad stairway to take 
her place by Mrs. Herrick, I felt that among 
all the women from various lands whom I had 
met during months spent at the Fair, none 
were more fitted by natural and acquired 
graces to fill positions similar to that which 
she has occupied. Serene, self-poised, ex¬ 
quisitely gowned upon all occasions, Ohio’s 
official woman representative has won sincere- 
admiration. 


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359 



Hon. Henry C. Taylor. 



Mrs. E. L. BuchWalter 


Stacey B. Rankin. 


















360 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


While chatting with Mr. and Mrs. Henry 
C. Taylor in the reception room near the close 
of the evening’s festivities, Mr. Buchwalter, 
whom I had last seen at the Athens Home 
Coming, where he told me of his first sweet¬ 
heart and the memorable parties at the old 
Blackstone home when he was a boy, joined 
the group. 


Some of the visitors seen Ohio day were 
Hon. J. Y. Bassell of Columbus, Capt: Allen 
of Athens, H. O. Pond of Columbus, W. B. 
Jackson, city editor of the Journal, and Harry 


Remembering the interesting talk tinged 
with romance, 1 was much interested when Mr. 
Buchwalter mentioned his impressions of the 
Fair and waited eagerly to hear the usual, 
“Do you know the greatest thing I’ve seen?”— 
but was wholly unprepared for his next words 
which were — “was over in the stock farm, a 
hog that weighed nine hundred pounds.” 


Brandon of the Journal staff, who was re¬ 
turning from San 'Francisco, .from which 
point he had reported the christening of the 
Ohio battleship. 


In the last moments of the reception, when 
the last guests were bidding Mr. Rankin and 
some of the officials goodbye in the big main 
hall, Mrs. Herrick and Mrs. Buchwalter, who 
had been standing the greater part of the 
evening, were seated in the reception room, 
when across the long length of the building 
a young straight form in military dress walked 
swiftly to the women. 


In giving this reception there was no at¬ 
tempt at display, the chief aim was to fur¬ 
nish the people who once lived in Ohio, but 
who have not been there for years an oppor¬ 
tunity to meet hosts of their old time friends. 
In this effort the executive commissioner was 


Mrs. Buchwalter did not notice his ap¬ 
proach, but in an instant Mrs. Herrick, with 
every trace of weariness gone, was on her feet, 
face aglow with pleasure and hand extended to 
the young man, who said, “I have come to bid 
you goodnight, mother.” , 

The speaker was Parmelee Herrick, only 
son of Gov. and Mrs. Herrick, and a mem¬ 
ber of Troop A. 


furnished splendid assistance by the custodian, 
Mr. Charles Mitchell, of Marietta, and Mrs. 
Mitchell, upon whom the duties of hostess 
devolved through much of the Exposition the 
state cf Ohio, not having appointed a matron. 


Cleveland people were not disappointed in 
having the picture of their townsman hung 
beside that of the President, whom he loved 
so well in life, for at six o’clock last night 
the picture of Marcus Alonzo Hanna, late 
United States Senator from Ohio, was hung 
beside that of President McKinley in the al¬ 
cove 'of the Ohio building, where countless 
thousands have paused to look upon the por¬ 
trait of the late President. 

One of the guests at the reception who 
has not been in his native state for many 
years but who has an unusually large number 
of acquaintances among Buckeye people, is E. 
W. Holden, brother of L. E. Holden, owner 
and editor of the Cleveland Plain Dealer and 
one of the most influential men in the pro¬ 
fession, one who understands getting the best 


T he lifelike portraits are the work of D. 
W. Murphy of New York, who has been here 
for some time awaiting the arrival of the 
picture from Cleveland, and ' as the artist 
stood unknown by the majority of those who 
viewed his work, he could not have failed to 
be gratified by the many expressions of praise 
from the passing throng. 


that workers have to give and giving the world 
large returns. 

In this connection it is interesting to note 
that the Cleveland editor, who is a man of 
distinguished appearance, has many attributes 
in common with one of his kinsmen who was 
one of Ohio’s most brilliant sons — “Sunset” 
Cox. 


Visitors to the Ohio Building were delighted 
with the souvenirs of the day which were as 
unique as any distributed at the Fair being the 
state’s emblems — buckeyes. Thousands of 
these had been gathered by the school children 


of an Ohio district; thousands of these were 
rendered doubly attractive by dainty ribbon 
devices and upon one side of each buckeye 
was the painted word OHIO. 








OHIO’S MEN. 


\es, all the world's great broad domain 
Has piled up products for the Fair — 

Fine favored fruit and glinting grain 
And mineral treasures, rich and rare. 
Machines that seem endowed with minds 
With all the work that they have wrought 
Of wondrous worth and countless kinds 
W ith all the lessons they have taught; 
And formed of marble, poet’s dreams, 
Restoring life to each lost god; 

And all that men could shape in scenes 
Or wrest from air, or sea, or sod. 

Ohio looks with calm, grave eyes 
On all that can be bought or sold, 

And knows no envy or surprise 
O'er that which tells the power of gold. 
She sends no statues, paintings rare, 

No products for cold cunning trade, 

-No flaunting finery, to your fair, 

No tinsled trifle she has made. 

No fruit, no wine, no grain, no gold, 

No prized but priceless work of art, 

But as Cornelia did of old, 

The dearest jewels of her heart:— 

****** 

For Ohio’s pride is men not things, 

Men with the minds and the skill 
To play at will on the world's heartstrings 
Till the world’s heart throbs their will. 
And whene’er Columbia has great need 
Of those who can fight wdth fate, 

She calls on those who are born to lead— 
They spring from the Buckeye State. 

For since her sons blazed the first long trail 
That led to the Great Northwest, 

It is known her strength w r ould never fail 
When the Nation called the best. 

Av, she has given warriors so brave 
No country can show their peers; 

Oh, the soldier chiefs she proudly gave 
. ’Mid a Nation’s cheers and tears.— 

Of chief magistrates wearing martyr’s crown 
One state had Lincoln, ’tis true, 

But Ohio's brow while the stars look down 
Is bowed in grief over two. — 

Oh, her martyr’s crowns, her heroes’ bays, 
She cannot send to a Fair, 

Tho these might win the highest praise 
That could fill or thrill the air. 


For these, for these, are not symboled things 
But the thought that soars to the sky 
Which the glittering jewels sent by kings 
Or all that they hold cannot buy.— 

She cannot send as a trifle vain 
The nameless odor, so sweet, 

That springs from the deathless flowers of fame 
The world has placed at her feet. 

So while showmen show each toy or gem 
That came from their lands afar, 

"Ohio" points to her famous men, 

Saying, “These, my jewels are.”— 

Sherman, Sheridan, and Grant I call, 

Garfield, McKinley and Hayes; 

Thurman, the "Noblest Roman of all,” 

Nine "Fighting McCooks” with bays; 
Rosecrans, Buell, Ewing the Great, 
McPherson, McDowell and Chase, 

Custer, the gallant Prince of the State, 

With his fair, frank, fearless face;— 

High in the record of those who lead, 
Mitchell, soldier-scientist, one 
MacGahan, Pendleton, Halstead, Reid, 

And Edison, shaming the sun. 

Old “Bill” Allen and Brough in one age, 
Wade and Riddle and Payne, 

Staunton, watch over history’s page, 

Corw'in with speech like flame.— 

But there’s one name that will always come 
Mong names that shall never die, 

Ay long as the circling cycles run 
Will “Sunset” Cox flame the sky. 

And what’s that air by the world’s best bands 
That e’er brings you to your feet, 

And could touch your heart in foreign lands 
Like childhood’s lullabye sweet.— 

It is "Dixie,” “Dixie” all day long 
And till night greets morning star; 

But a “Buckeye” lad wrote this loved song 
Long years before the war. 

It is “Dixie, Dixie” all day long 
That wins your sweetest acclaim, — 

When a Buckeye lad wrote this loved song, 
Did he dream he’d w T in such fame? 

But why should this long, long list extend 
When every name is known — 

Not only where her children tend, 

But in earth’s remotest zone. 



YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


362 

For the Buckeye State, the flower of all, 
With her banners all unfurled, 

E’er sends to the front at every call 
The ablest men in the world. 

Statesmen, warriors, leaders of men, 
Whatever the calling or clime, 

With power to make of a pick, a pen, 

Or sway with their speech sublime. 

She sends them forth with annointed eyes 
And the courage that cannot yield, 

The courage that ever wins or dies • 

In the forum or the field. 

For these she stands, the Great Dynamo 
That supplies the nation’s power, 

And this shall be while her rivers flow 
Or her soil can yield one flower. 

Ay Ohio’s pride is men, not things, 

For mere things she does not care; 


If so she'd point to treasures of kings 
Which she has sent to your fair. 

Ay treasures of those who lived and built 
In some long forgotten age, 

Such works as shame your toys with their gilt 
Marvels for scholar and sage. 

They’re there in the place where Egypt shows 
The mummies, that make you cold 
With thought like that when you find a rose 
The gift of a love of old. 

But over that misty, musty store 
They may bend with aching brow; 

Ohio’s too rushed to read that lore, 

She’s making history now. 

Ohio knows no care or grief 
O’er all your treasures so rare, 

But she’d like to claim the big, blond chief 
Who rules the world’s greatest Fair. 


—Extracts from verse, “These arc My Jewels,” written for Ohio 
Day at St. Louis Exposition by Mary Robson McGill. 



THE FIRST AIRSHIP. 


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FIRST FLIGHT OF AIRSHIP. 


For the first time in more than four months 
at the World’s Fair, I have been actually 
thrilled. Hitherto I have been pleased, de¬ 
lighted, dazzled, awed, or most anything that 
might be mentioned as a feeling incident to 
this place, but never actually “thrilled” until 
today; that is, if being so means a combina¬ 
tion of physical and mental pleasure, accom¬ 
panied by the excitement of a new experience. 
Such an experience was mine when I saw the 
rehearsal and realization of that which had 
been the hope of scientists, the prophecy of 
poets and the dream of many. 

I had been trying to escape hearing what 
seemed to be the seven hundred and seventy 
millionth description of the “grandest thing at 
the Fair,” which usually proved to be some 
little dish decorated with an impossible fish, 
or something that one could see in any cheap 
shop—so I started for the Japan Garden, 
having learned that the people who incessantly 
gabble about nothing, are not given to fre¬ 
quenting that delightful little spot. 

Weary of people, longing for the solitude 
of mountain heights, I "glanced upward and 
beheld that which caused wondering fear — a 
flying monster! Then a voice hoarse with 
wonder and delight, cried, “Good God! That’s 
an airship! Hurrah! Hurrah! Heavens on 
earth, ain’t she great?” 

Hundreds of voices took up the cry and 
on the instant it seemed thousands had poured 


from the buildings and were watching the 
huge, lemon shaped affair that was sailing over 
us. I could not see the people looking upward 
— I only felt that they were doing so, for 
my own eyes were riveted on the marvelous 
sight, so new to this continent. Then from 
some source came the cry: 

"Who’s navigating it, Baldwin?” 

“No,” came an answering shout, “it’s 
Knabenshue — Roy Knabenshue.” 

State pride could not be restrained, so I 
cried, “That’s an Ohio man up there.” 

In an instant those near me caught the words 
and began to shout for the state that had fur¬ 
nished the daring aeronaut and then “Ohio” 
vied with “Knabenshue” in every thrilling 
cry that surged upward like a grand, deep roll 
of music. 

It was good to know that it was an Ohio 
boy who had sailed off into space in an un¬ 
tried craft as airily as if he had been ac¬ 
customed to this means of navigation all his 
life, and as he sailed on and on toward St. 
Louis the cheering ceased and the throng ren¬ 
dered him the greater tribute of silence; in¬ 
deed, those about me seemed touched with 
awe that was natural under the circumstances. , 
Tennyson’s lines were recalled, not as a poet’s 
extravagant fancy, but as a strong probability; 
for seeing this first flight of an airship it was 
not difficult to see the fullfilment of the words: 


“For I dipt into the future, far as human eye 
could see 

Saw the vision of the world and all the won- 
■ der that would be; 

Saw the heavens filled with commerce argosies 
of magic sails, 


Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down 
with costly bales; 

Heard the heavens filled with shoutings and 
there rained a ghastly dew, 

From the nation’s airy navies grappling in the- 
central blue.” 


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YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


A MAN’S QUESTIONS. 


in thy heart are many sorrows 
Buried there in bygone years, 

When you faced the coming morrows 
After nights of bitter tears ; 

In thy life are old romances, 

Some that were deep tinged with pain. 
In' the lovelight of thy glances 
Shall they ever live again? 


Are you sure that you have broken 
Every bond that held you fast ? 

Are you sure you keep no token 
Of the woman with a past? 

When you smile or speak so lightly 
Do you only play a part? 

Are there bands that you take nightly 
From a lacerated heart? 


What lies back of thy drooped lashes? 

Is it just a soul in pain, 

Or a seared one in the ashes 
Of some dark and nameless shame? 
Do you live on heights above me 
Or in gutters steeped with crime? 

I can only say I love thee 

I but know that thou art mine. 


— St. Louis Star. 


AFTER FIVE MONTHS OF THE FAIR. 


Oh millions of lights are Hashing 
In this city of the Fair, 

And countless fountains are plashing 
Mid countless flowers, sweet and rare; 
The music of the world’s best bands 
O’er the shimmering lake ere floats. 
While lovers pass with love clasped hands, 
Or drift in the glittering boats. 

Yes, the bands are always playing 
In this city of dazzling light ; 

And perfumed fountains are spraying 
The lovers who dream in delight; 

And here in this city of beauty 
1 have wandered to and fro, 

Tho the clarion call of duty 

Sounds notes from the “Long Ago.” 

Sounds notes that I fain would smother 
For they sound mine own deceit 
-And they hold the reproach of a lover, 
Whose love was so bright and sweet; 


Let me float on this froth of pleasure, 
Forgetting my heart ever knew 
The dream that life’s deepest rapture 
Meant love that was tender and true. 

Let me drift on this sea of splendor, 
Forgetting my soul could e’er yearn 
For the love that was true and tender 
Let me drift where I cannot return; 

Let me drift to the light of an infinite sun 
On the barge that is called “Nevermore,” 
Let me drift and forget the work still undone 
Back there on the Long Ago shore. 

Aye, leave me no memory, I fain would drug 
pain, 

And all things held dear I’d forget, 

For thought only brings to the heart and the 
brain 

A stupor too deep for regret;— 


So let me live on, where thought does not 
come, 

Mid fountains and flowers that are rare 
And breathe no reproach for the work still 
undone, 

For it all may end with the Fair. 




MELBA 


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“Melba talked to them and it is easy to 
suppose they did not let the time drag for 
her. Melba no doubt enjoyed the morning 
as much as they and sent them away bubbling 
over with happiness. As many of them as 
possible will be in Columbus to hear her sing 
in January.” 

So ends a little story that appeared in a 
Columbus paper recently; a story that was 
read with great interest in Washington, in In¬ 
dian Territory, in Missouri, in the Klondike, 
and in several places in Ohio, by those of 
whom it was written, members of a Brown'ng 
club, the first literary club ever organized in 
Nelsonville. 

The club members, also several teachers in 
the public schools at that time, still retain 
vivid recollections of that which was de¬ 
scribed, their trip to Columbus in a snow 
storm some ten years ago, to hear Melba. 
Their bitter disappointment when a railway 
wreck delayed their train until long after the 
final note of the great artist had passed into 
silence; also the sweet surpise that came to 
them the next day when the gracious gifted 
cantatrice after hearing of their disappoint¬ 
ment received them at the Chittenden. 

One member of the old Browning Club 
who read that account in reminiscent mood 
said: 

“The writer of that story had the facts but 
he couldn’t describe our feelings nor could 
anyone who did not know what an event it 
was to us. It’s laughable now but it was trag¬ 
ical then for hadn’t we each spent almost a 
week’s salary for our railway and :> concert 
tickets to say nothing of the time consumed 
in talking about our anticipated enjoyment, 
time so industriously employed in boasting 
that everyone in the town of six thousand 
knew all about that trip; that is all we thought 
it would be and in fancy w T e could hear the 
sarcastic remarks and laughter of those who 
had envied our enterprise in securing tickets. 

When the final announcement was made that 
we could not get to Columbus till morning 
there was a general wail of regret and indig¬ 
nation that was intensified by the fact that 
a band of commercial travelers who were re¬ 


turning from trips down the Hocking Valley 
seemed to find our disappointment intensely 
amusing, but their mean enjoyment couldn’t 
compare with that of a gentleman from our 
own town, Mr. Llewellyn Lampman, a coal 
operator, who had brought Mrs. Lampman 
back to our car for company for she also 
had planned to hear Melba. 

Mr. Lampman seemed properly sympathetic 
remarking every now and then that it was a 
shame we were held there, but when we 
agreed that we’d sue the Hocking Valley 
Railway Company, if we didn’t get to Colum¬ 
bus in time for the concert, he rushed out 
of the car so quickly that several ,of us fol¬ 
lowed to see if he meant to frighten the con¬ 
ductor or some one with our threats, but he 
was standing between the cars laughing until 
at first he couldn’t mention what was funny 
but at last he managed to tell several men 
that our crowd was ten times better than a 
Melba concert, when it came to entertain¬ 
ment. 

Some of us have been enraptured by the 
world’s best music since then and have heard 
many great artists sing, but never, I think, 
has any music however sweet, been half so en¬ 
trancing as that which we imagined favored 
Columbus people were hearing that night as 
we from time to time, glanced at our tickets 
and wondered if anyone was occupying the 
seats for which we had paid. 

How miserable we were; for there came to 
us no vision of Melba as she appeared upon 
the morrow, clothed in a gown of soft, dark 
blue material, bewilderingly blended with pink 
chiffon and with sympathy unfeigned said in 
that marvelous liquid voice that is like a 
caress, ‘I was a girl myself once, and I know 
just how r you feel.’ 

That old Browning Club, how scattered 
now its members. Of those who made that 
trip all but one have been married since and 
but one is left in Nelsonville, Mrs. Laura 
Morehead Tedrow; of the others Jessie Bay- 
liss lives in Montana, Jennie Sands Hubbard 
in Oklahoma, Stella Allard Chapelle is in the 
Klondike region, Anna Vore, Columbus, 
Mary Robson McGill, St. Louis. 


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Oh glorious melody that runs through e’en 
thy name, 

’Twould thrill the heart e’en tho thou wert 
unknown to fame, 


Suggesting that which only once our hearts 
have known, 

.For “Melba” stands ’mong all the names of 
earth alone. 

—Lines from unpublished verse. 







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CAN COLUMBUS HAVE PURE WATER 
WITHOUT COSTLY FILTRA¬ 
TION PLANT? 


PLAN ADOPTED ELSEWHERE IN THE USE OF PURIFYING 
CHEMICALS DISCUSSED BY LOCAL WATER 

AUTHORITIES. 


METHOD AT ST. LOUIS TO CLARIFY AND MAKE PURE THE WATER OF THE 

MUDDY MISSISSIPPI. 


Can Columbus be supplied with clear, pure 
water by means of a harmless, simple process 
at slight cost compared with that involved in 
purifying the water as contemplated by means 
of the new filtration plant? 

This question was suggested many times 
in the six months I spent in St. Louis, 
studying the World’s Fair and life in the 
city, for I learned that the water ques¬ 
tion, that had puzzled her engineers for forty 
years, has been solved by means of a pro¬ 
cess that removes from ninety to ninety-nine 
per cent, of the bacteria from the Mississippi 
river water and changes it from the muddiest 
water on the continent into a clear, pure liquid 
with a pleasing sparkle like that of artesian 
well water. This achievement was accom¬ 
plished by using a chemical coagulent formed 
of milk of lime and sulphate of iron. 

DEEP PREJUDICE AGAINST CHEMI¬ 
CALS. 

Prior to the use of this coagulent there 
had been deep prejudice against the use of 
chemicals, but in this instance before the peo¬ 
ple had a chance to say, “Show me,” they 
were “shown.” 

Those who received greatest credit for this 
work -were John Wexford, who is said to 
have greater knowledge concerning Mississip¬ 
pi river water than any other man; E. E. 
Wall, an engineer who for a long time was 
connected with the sewer department and is 
a careful student of water purification, and 
Ben Adkins, the water commissioner who 
daringly put the theories of the other two 
»nto practice. 


COST ONLY $50,000. 

Mr. Allen W. Hazen, one of three expert 
commissioners appointed by Mayor Wells to 
devise a plan of water purification for St. 
Louis, placed the cost of mechanical filtration 
at $7.43 per million gallons for operating the 
filters, not taking into consideration the first 
cost of building them, which he estimated at 
about $2,000,000. Messrs. Benzette Williams, 
of Chicago, and George Y. Wisner, of Detroit, 
other members of the St. Louis hydraulic 
commission, recommended the Meramee river 
system as most practical and efficient and 
estimated that it would cost St. Louis about 
$31,000,000 to adopt it. 

The present plant has cost less than $15,000 
and can be put upon a permanent basis for 
$50,000. 

This temporary or experimental station was 
erected at the “Chain of Rocks” for intro¬ 
ducing the iron and lime solution into the 
water. The process by which the solutions 
are prepared for introduction into the water 
is very simple. 

There are several vats into which the ordi¬ 
nary builder’s lime is thrown. Hot water ap¬ 
plied to the lime slacks is quickly, after which 
the solution is pumped into a well 300 feet 
away. In this same room the iron* solutions 
are made. Every five minutes a wheelbarrow 
load of sulphate of iron is thrown into the 
vats, where it is dissolved and passes directly 
into the water. 

SERIES OF WEIRS. 

The coagulent is thoroughly mixed with the 
water in the time it takes it to pass from 
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368 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


the nvell where the lime was introduced to the 
south basin a quarter of a mile away. At this 
point the water rushes out of a great pipe at 
the rate of 90,000 gallons every 24 hours as 
muddy as the river itself, but before it has 
flowed a distance of 50 feet it begins to 
clarify. 

From the south basin the water passes suc¬ 
cessively into a number of others, becoming 
clearer in each one. These settling basins are 
separated by weirs which are simply _ a row 
of bricks set up on end on top of the walls 
dividing the basins. 

The sulphate of iron is dissolved in water 
and introduced into the muddy water first. 
This has no visible effect, but as soon as lime 
diluted with water is added a coagulation 
takes place; a chemical combination occurs 
between the sulphate of iron and the lime, 
changing the sulphate of iron into the hydrate 
of iron and a portion of the lime into sulphate 
of lime. 

CARRIES BUT THE MUD. 

The hydrate of iron is a flaky substance 
which gradually settles down through the wa¬ 
ter carrying the mud with it. The lime fur¬ 
ther acts upon the water, combining with the 
bicarbonate of calcium and magnesia throw¬ 
ing down the greater portion of these car¬ 
bonates and softening the water in a pro¬ 
nounced degree 

As the mud settles out of the water it car¬ 
ries with it from 90 to 99 per cent, of the 
bacteria, which is as great a purification as is 
attained by the latest and best filters. The 
action of the coagulent obviates the extensive 
mechanical plant and owing to the decrease 
of scale producing material in the water as 
well as to the absence of mud all steam users 
find the expense of their boiler plants consid¬ 
erably decreased. Only about half the soap 
formerly used is now necessary. Laundries 
have abandoned clearing tanks and filters and 
find a large decrease in their operating ex¬ 
penses. 

While the method used in clarifying and 
purifying the water in St. Louis is not en¬ 
tirely original it is practically and essentially 
new, being a combination, and further devel¬ 
opment of the well known Clark process. As 
this system is giving satisfactory results with 
a smaller outlay of money than any other 
now in use, it suggested the inquiry, “Why 
does not Columbus adopt this process for the 
purification of water?” This question was 
asked of a number of Columbus officials. 


Superintendent O’Shaughnessy of the water 
works department said: 

“I was in St. Louis twice last summer and 
spent considerable time during both visits in 
studying their admirable water system.” 

“Do you think it could be used here?” 

“No, I don’t think it could be.” 

“Why not, is there such a difference in the 
water as to make that system impracticable 
here?” 

“That is just what I am thinking about. 
The water there is softer and muddier than 
it is here, so that the same treatment might 
not give the same results. While you were 
investigating the system you must have no¬ 
ticed at the ‘Chain- of Rocks’ how exceed¬ 
ingly muddy the water was prior to the use 
of the chemicals and how the coagulents com¬ 
bined with the mud and carried the impuri¬ 
ties to the bottom leaving the clear water on 
the surface.” 

“Is a certain amount of mud necessary to 
make the process successful?” 

“I understood that the purification was most 
thorough where the water was muddy because 
the chemicals in uniting with the mud en¬ 
tangled more of the germs.” 

TREATMENT HERE SIMILAR. 

Health Officer Smith said: 

“I have heard and read much of what has 
been accomplished in St. Louis. I’m inclined 
to think the results have been most gratify¬ 
ing. But when the proposed filtration plant 
is complete here the water will be treated 
with lime and sulphate of iron as in St. Louis 
or lime and alumnia as seems best after trial.” 

“Is there any reason why the water here 
could not be purified by this method without 
the filtration plant? Would the turpidity of 
the Mississippi make it more feasible there 
than here?” 

“It might have some weight, but it would 
only make a difference In the degree of treat¬ 
ment. It would necessitate a differnce in the 
proportion of chemicals used.” 

ENGINEER JOHNSON’S OPINION. 

Mr. Johnson, the consulting engineer, made 
practically the same statement as Dr. Smith 
relative to the use of chemicals in connection 
with the filtration plant. When asked why 
the same results could not be obtained with¬ 
out filtration, he said: 

“It would require a coagulating station: 
here similar to the one erected at the Chain 
of Rocks in St. Louis.” 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


369 


“But if there were such a station could the 
water be purified by means of the same chem¬ 
icals?’’ 

“Yes, with variations in the quantities used.” 

“Then why not erect the same sort of a 
plant and use the coagulent?” 

“One of the reasons is that Columbus 
doesn’t intend to risk chemicals alone. Co¬ 
lumbus means to be safe and have filtration 
also. This city has had enough polluted 
water. I don’t know that the cost by the St. 
Louis method would be less. Without mean¬ 
ing to disparage what has been done by Mr. 
Adkins, I have understood that the cost of 
the chemicals in St. Louis is reaching 
enormous figures.” 


DIFFERENCE IN COST. 

“But as I understand you the cost of chem¬ 
icals will not be eliminated by having the fil¬ 
tration plant, for they are to be used also. 
What will be the approximate cost of the 
water then?” 

“I can’t give a very close estimate, but it 
will be more than $10 per million gallons.” 

“So much as that?” 

“Yes, how cheap would you want it?” 

“As cheap as in St. Louis.” 

The cost of water in St. Louis, according 
to the official figures to Feb. 10, for the first 
three hundred days’ operation of the coagu¬ 
lating plant, was $3.45 per million gallons. 


DR. RORICK’S GREAT GIFT. 


In the change that transferred Dr. Rorick, 
former superintendent of the Insane Asylum 
at Athens to the Imbecile Asylum at Colum¬ 



bus, there is cause for general regret not only 
among those who have personal acquaintance 


with the genial cultured physician, but among 
all who have heard of his power in dealing 
with the mysterious malady called madness; 
tor to him is ascribed the attribute of knowing 
without being told of seeing into the heart of 
things, and swiftly, almost unerringly, dis¬ 
tinguishing between a diseased brain and one 
where the mind cords are but jangled by some 
great shock or overwhelming sorrow. 

Whatever the learning and experience of 
others who deal with mind, their power is less 
than Dr. Rorick’s if they lack the attribute 
that enables one to feel sympathetically, the 
natural and morbid sensations of a sufferer 
and through this impressional perception se¬ 
cure a proper understanding of the life and 
conditions of the individual. Only a faint con¬ 
ception can be formed as to what this power 
means to those to whom the whole world is a 
tomb of terror, those who are drifting to¬ 
ward the nameless shadows of insanity but 
who through such comprehension as his, are 
yet, before they reach the deepest darkness, 
given hope that saves.. 

All who are cognizant of Dr. Rorick’s pecu¬ 
liar fitness for dealing with minds disordered, 
deplore his transference to an institution where 
obviously he cannot exercise his great gift. 








INCIDENT AT INAUGURAL. 


The cavalry wished for the swiftest pace 
But this they had to forego, 

For the Grand Old Veterans had their place. 
And their steps tho true are slow. 

Amid all the glory of the day 
The Chief’s heart felt keen regret 
As he looked on soldiers worn and gray 
For he—he Could not forget. 

Swift as a flash of electric flame, 

His thought sent tender regard 
That thrilled through deep tumultous acclaim 
And gladdened the Grand Old Guard. 

His thought — “These men once marched in 
our need. 

Through four long, weary sad years 


And the nation traced each glorious deed 
On their trail of blood with tears. 

Grandly they marched to meet each great 
shock 

That threatened the nation’s life 
While their brave, strong hearts formed a solid 
rock 

That threw back the waves of strife. 

There were miles of them, with eyes so 
bright 

With brows so fair ’neath the sun 
As with one will they swung to each fight — 
These trained boys of Sixty-one. 

Not long are they ours to have and hold 
But long as our hearts are true, 

We’ll never say that they are too old 
To march as the boys in Blue. 


The nation praises his deeds of grace 
But its homage true and sweet 
As incense arose when he slowed the pace 
To that of those tired old feet. 



THEODORE ROOSEVELT. 

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371 


OLD TIME LAUGHTER. 


Let me hear thy old time laughter 
Ringing out so clear and free, 
Let it tell me you are drifting 
Back to love and back to me ; 

Let me feel the old time pleasure 
That I felt in joy of thine, 

Let me have the fullest measure 
Of thy love like rare old wine. 


Let me know there is no ending; 

To the bliss that once we knew; 

Bliss all other bliss transcending 
When I held you pure and true. 

Tell me once again you’re happy 
Only when I am with thee 
Tell me with thy old time laughter, 
Bubbling o’e’r thy lips to me. 

— Press Post. 


IN THE HUSHES. 


In the hushes of the night 
When you’re longing for the light, 

You will wonder why from me so long you’ve 
strayed 

And you’ll think of love most pure 
All earth’s evils endure — 

And a soul that for your own has ever prayed. 


You will think on the to-morrow 
Of the many storms of sorrow 
That had swept you from your moorings long 
ago 

Had I not with love’s keen sight 
Pierced the darkness of the night 
And forwarned you of the deepest darkest 
woe. — Press Post. 


THE FARM. 


Just a few, simple words but oh what power — 
They held like a mystic charm, 

O’er a soul in its darkest, weakest hour, 

“Dad hasn’t much of a farm.” 

They were scrawled in an unformed boyish 
hand, 

They formed the very last line, 

A careless phrase with no thought of the 
land, 

But with power that seemed divine; 

For a woman sobbed as she read the word^ 
Dry sobs, she was past all tears, 


She thought of her home and the song of 
birds, 

And the weary waste of years, 

That had stretched between her and youth’s 
fair day, 

When that white-haired, feeble “Dad,” 

Had waving brown hair, untinged with grey, — 
And she was young like the lad. 

She could see him writing in careless way, 
The words that should pierce her heart, 
With anguish keen throughout many a day, 
As she played a soulless part. 

Lines from Unpublished Verse. 







ABOUT THE CAPITOL BUILDING. 


Mr. Doty, clerk of House of Representatives 
in the Seventy-sixth Assembly, was formerly 
a reporter and editorial writer of the Cleve¬ 


Freeman T. Eagleson, one of the youngest 
members of the House of Representatives, also 
student of law at the O. S. U. Mr. Eagleson, 
who represents Guernsey county, has the bear¬ 
ing of one thoughtful beyond his years, and 
his thoughtfulness and ability promise a bril¬ 


land World. Manifests the newspaper train¬ 
ing in the celerity with which he grasps a 
situation and dispatches all business. 


liant future. At first glance his face suggests 
the word “true,” and this impression of the 
character of the man as indicated by his 
countenance deepens when one converses with 
him a few moments and meets his remarkably 
penetrating eyes. 


Opha Moore, humorous philosopher and 
former newspaper man, who sacrificed “His 
Better Future” for a clerical position under 
Governor Bushnell, and who has held various 
State House positions much of the time since 
then. Mr. Moore is a facile writer, and a 


One of the young writers is Carl Dearduff, 
member of one of the old families of Colum¬ 
bus, whose clever talk and witty remarks give 
a little ripple of merriment to each group 
where he chances to stop for a few moments. 


most entertaining conversationalist, both 
speech and writings sparkling with polished 
epigrams, and his friends regret that he did 
not remain in the work for which he was so 
brilliantly equipped 


Senator Connell, of Lisbon, from the Twen¬ 
ty-second and Twenty-third District, a man 
whom a friend described as one whose voice is 
good, smile is good to see and whose voice is 
good to hear. He represents the genial, court¬ 
eous gentleman to an unusual degree. 


W. E. Prine, night editor of .the State Jour¬ 
nal, altho as youthful in appearance as the 
majority of the newspaper writers, is in point 
of service a veteran having worked in various 
capacities for the same paper since early in 


Another veteran writer frequently met in the 
Capitol is Henry Barlow, now working with 
the Press Post. Mr. Barlow also began work 
in Columbus in the early nineties, but has not 


the nineties. Mr. Prine is one of the most 
capable and reliable men in the work as is 
indicated by his responsible position. Quiet, 
unassuming, with a wholesome sense of humor 
he has hosts of friends. 


remained at the same stand, having been en¬ 
gaged upon all the papers. 

Mr. Barlow is a veteran of the Civil War. 


Senator P. W. Ward, a gentleman of exquis- crown of snow white hair above a compar- 
ite courtesy, of much ability as a statesman atively youthful face with dark eyes of extra- 
and of most striking appearance, having a ordinary brilliancy. 


E. H. Harman, district examiner of steam have the happy faculty of making things move 

engineers, and Chas. J. Manney, clerk in the in their work and the tact and good will for 

office of Chief Kennedy, are among the best others that enlists and holds friends, 
known men about the State House. They 


Samuel J. Flickinger, trained and traveled training, is often seen about the State House, 

newspaper man, accustomed to the close usually surrounded by a group of admiring 

scrutiny of public action and invested with the friends, 
indefinite atmosphere that reveals taste and 

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“Tom” Binckley, 

of Perry County, one of the most popular men about 
the State House, and member of the House of Repre¬ 
sentatives, Seventy-Sixth General Assembly. 


FORMER PAGES. 


Where are the men who made the laws 
When we ran to and fro 

As pages in the State House halls. 

Just forty years ago? 

Pages in the Ohio Legislature in 1864 and 
'65, just five of them and they were all in Col¬ 
umbus, Friday; met here in re-union for the 
first time in forty years and spent the day 
visiting the State House and other points of 
interest, taking lunch at the Hotel Hartman. 

Staid, prosperous, middle-aged men that they 
are, the years seemed to drop from them as 
they recalled their pranks and pleasures as 
pages. It was not difficult to form a mental 
picture of them as chubby boys bounding 


hither and thither in response to the requests 
of the lawmakers. 

Naturally their thoughts reverted to the 
men who formed the General Assembly of that 
period and into their talk crept many little 
stories reminiscent of them and others who 
were prominent in Ohio’s capital at a time 
when a vast army of Ohio’s men were in the 
field. Those who enjoyed memories of the 
days when they were pages were R. P. Miller 
of Columbus, Grand Secretary of Ohio I. O. 
O. F.; J. A. Williams, secretary of the Board 
of Education, Columbus; W. D. Cosgrave, 
Zanesville, president of the Union National 
Bank of that city; A. W. Bierce, retired 
banker of Delaware and H. F. Miller of Mt. 
Vernon. 


























THE OLD GUARD 


When the “Old Guard” drum corps plays, 
the bands all stop, steps are accellerated to the 
double quick, dreamers awaken, peace parlia¬ 
ments don’t seem to count, and old soldiers 
in their silent tents surely listen to the sounds 
that once swept them forward to glory. 

This drum corps played on the State House 
steps for a few moments Thursday night, and 
on the waves of enthusiasm produced by their 
inspiring music, a large crowd was borne to 
the basement of the building where for seven 
or eight years, this organization, the most 
unique in America, has had its quarters. The 
subterranean chambers were soon filled with 
people assembled to greet the Old Guard on 
this their last public meeting prior to their 
removal to the New Memorial Hall on East 
Broad Street. 

Those who have seen service are always 
interesting, and at this meeting of the “Old 
Guard” the interest was deepened by the sur¬ 
roundings ; the rough, stone walls enlivened 
by gay banners, Japanese lanterns and the 
vivid colors of the American flag, with the 
white-haired warriors in their uniforms of 


Blue and caps of the fashion of forty years 
ago, formed a picturesque p'eture; one worthy 
of an artist’s brush, but the commonplace 
catnera was all that was there to reproduce it. 

However, it was worth while having se¬ 
cured even a photograph of such a group, for 
in it were representatives of the various armies 
that were in the field from ’61 to ’65. 

Speeches interspersed with song and story, 
and the music of the old drum corps contrib¬ 
uted to the enjoyment. 

Former Adjutant General Axline made the 
first speech. Gen. Axline has the distinction 
of having served in two wars and his knowl¬ 
edge of the heart interests of soldiers enabled 
him to hold the rapt attention of his audience. 

Judge Gill made the closing address and as 
usual made a deep impression upon his hear¬ 
ers, if the demonstration that followed it can 
be taken as a criterion. 

Those who composed the drum corps were 
Messrs. Clark, Barlow, M. R. Jones, L. Cook, 
Wm. Wilson, James Kennedy, H. B. Troy, 
Newton and Jeffrey. 


FLOWERS FROM HOME. 


The flowers you planted long ago, 

I wear above my heart today, 

The heart that has known greater woe 
Than thine, altho thy hair is gray, 
And mine still has the hue of youth, 

The youth that ne’er was known to me, 
For I have grappled with the truth, 

And sailed into an unknown sea. 


The flowers you loved and tended well 
May have a deeper meaning far 
Than thou couldst ever write or tell, 
Perhaps they, like some guiding star, 
Will lead me into clearer light 

Than I have known in life’s great war 
That lias been waged in endless night. 





YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


375 


THE RIDE. 


I hen I grasped the reins with my woman’s 
hand 

And vowed there should be no hitch,— 
That we’d break our necks or we’d safely land 
On the other side of that ditch. 


But a laugh rang out, a shout of glee.— 

It came from a boy at play. 

How that laughter rang and thrilled through 
me 

From a hundred miles away, 

Till my brain grew dizzy, my sight grew dim, 
And the nerves that had been like steel 
In the face of death for a silly whim 
Began to throb and feel.— 

I glanced but once at earth’s far off rim. 

I was never one who could pray. 

But, “Oh, for the love of Christ save him” 
My drawn lips managed to say. 

Oh, I see you yet with your pale face set 
And your eyes with their wondrous glow 
As you mumured, “Dear Heart” do not forget. 
“’Twas because I loved you so.” 


Then how did it happen there at the last 
I remember one wild embrace 
As your arms encircled and held me fast, 

And then I steemed 'hurled through 
space.— 

A flash, and a crash, then darkness so deep 
I wonder now at the light, 

And when I awoke from a long, strange sleep, 
Your face had passed from my sight. 


Did you throw me forth to the nearest wall, 
Or did both madly clear that ditch ? 


1 here’s a kind of haze hangs over it all, 
Till I swear I cannot tell which. 


We’re bruised and broken since that mad 
ride—■ 

Where honor had “Right of Way.” 

But we mix with the world whate’er betide, 
And our laughter still rings gay. 

We’ve taken to politics mixed with verse. 

And we both take life at random,— 
While the world says, “Oh, it might have 
been worse 

Had you failed to manage a tandem.” 

But the world doesn’t know that over it all 
A sorrow is brooding ever. 

A sorrow that hangs like a funeral pall 

O’er our bravest and brightest endeavor. 


No, the world doesn’t know we play our 
parts— 

When we meet on life’s glittering stage, 
And we smile at the mention of broken hearts, 
For this is cold intellect’s age.—■ 

An age when we trample our hearts ’neath 
our feet — 

And swear that a toy beguiles — 

While we face the sorriest, saddest defeat 
With our trained professional smiles. 


But the boy’s laugh rings unchecked at his 
play, 

And we to our best,—seem true, 

So what will it matter till that last day, 

That the secret is held by two. 

Extracts from “The Ride.” 









376 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


HOC HOCKING HILLS. 


Oh yes, it is time to go nutting 

On the hills near that dear old stream 
On the hills of the old Hoc Hocking, 

Where life glides by like a dream.— 

* * * 

Dear friend you have roamed the whole world 
o’er 

And I have gone with you in heart 
Since the happy nutting days of yore, 

Since our life paths led far apart. 

I’m told that you’re worth half a milion. 

I doubt if I have fifty cents, 

But never the dearth nor the having 
Can e’er place between us pretence. 

* * * 

Oh, I still can feel my feet slipping 

And terror that thrilled me through 
As the swift waters closed around me. 

Then I reached my hands to you, 

Quite sure the strength that was in you — 
Was all sufficient to save. — 


Quite sure you would take me from danger 
Or both would go down in one grave. 

Then “Steady, steady,” your voice rang. 

Strong was the fold of your arm, 

And then it seemed a sweet bird sang, 

As darkness fell like a charm. 

And now when I feel life's great darkness 
As I slip down with the tide, 

I know that you would strengthen and save 
If you were here by my side. 

Oh, comrade across a great distance, 

I send my thoughts out to you, 

The trusted friend of my girlhood. 

The friend so tried and so true. 

And my thoughts of the old Hoc Hocking 
Must e’en reach you where you roam, 
So come and we will go nutting — 

On the dear old hills at home. 

Published in Ohio State Journal. 


ANOTHER WORLD. 

i 


Oh, I long to climb the grand hill heights — 
That tower o’er a straggling town, 

I long for a glimpse of the cottage lights 
By a dirt road leading down, 

To where the toiling ones dwelt in peace, — 
And the smoke from their chimneys curled 
While they passed to their toil in damp, dark 
mines, 

As each morning dawned on the world. 

Yes, I long for the old free hill life,— 
Where the strong protect the weak,— 
Where little is known of the money strife, 

Or the Judas kiss on the cheek'. 


Oh, the hilltops echo the singing — 

That springs from the hearts of the free. 
They gladden the world with the ringing 
Of joy bells ye never can see. 

Yes, I long for a glimpse of the cottage 
With tangled vines running o’er 
Till it seemed like a bird’s nest in a bush, 
With a brown brook near the door. 

And the honeysuckle close to the wall, 

With its fragrance filling the room 
And the great, grand tree that towered over all. 
But never could darken the gloom. 





YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


377 


FROM THE STREET. 


Oh the tender mem’ries thronging 
Oh the agony of longing 
That comes to me while listening 
To that music from the street, 

Music from a street piano? 

Yes, ’tis music grand and sweet 
For it echoes through the hushes 
Of my inmost soul and heart, 
Bringing back to me a vision 
That I wish would ne’er depart — 

Just a memory, just a vision, 

Of a laughing, brown-eyed boy, 
Who whene’re he heard that jingle 
Danced about the room with joy; 
Keeping time to every measure, 
Swinging feet and head and hands; 
Whistling, laughing, dancing, singing 
“It’s almost as good as bands.” 

We were living on the top floor 
Of a house that once was fine, 

And we only had one window — 

But a light that seemed divine, 

Filled the dark old room with glory, 
Lighting up surroundings quaint 
That held some forgotten story 

And some fragrance sweet and faint. 
Oh that face of boyish beauty 
How it lit the dim, old room, 


How it called me back to duty 
Chasing from my heart its gloom. 

Oh that music how it haunts me 
Bringing back how he has striven 
Oh that music how it taunts me 
Shall I ever be forgiven? 

It is thrumming on my heart strings 
Like the wildest, maddest strain, 
With the memories that come throbbing 
Like a child's sobs choked with pain. 
Oh the tenderness that sweeps me 
In the depths of my despair 
When those strains arise to greet me 
Bringing back his face so fair— 
Bringing back that boy’s endeavors 
When my own weak will gave way 
Bringing back how he has striven 
To protect in boyish way. 

Oh no boyish voice is ringing 
To the rafters as of yore 
And no boy is dancing, singing, 

He will dance and sing no more. 


Ay my heart has borne the world’s stings- 
But it seems ’twill break in twain 
With this thrumming on its weak strings- 
And this throbbing deadly pain. 



Don. 










378 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


CONFESSION. 


Backward, backward, I am trending 
To the path that once we trod 
To the path that hath no ending 

For ’twas formed above the sod; 

Backward ! backward ! find no issue 
Where I have not been to thee 
All that man could be to woman — 
All that mortal e’er could be 
Say, to slaves who claim that spirit 
Hath no power above their art — 
Say that I command and hold thee 
By the power of soul and heart; 

Tell those slaves altho in bondage 
That thy shackles are divine — 
Shackles formed in dim old ages 

When the gods declared thee mine 
Tell them also that I hold thee 
As the dearest prize on earth, 


Tho decreed to be your master 

Long before your earthly birth 
Tell them that your master trembles 

Lest some harm should come to thee 
That for thee he oft dissembles 
But he ne’er will set you free. 

Tell them that his slave’s least grieving 
Wrings his heart with crudest pain 
That life goes when she is leaving 
But returns with her again. — 

Slave come hither ’tis my will — 

Think no sighs or tears can save — 
’ow go hence lest love should kill — 
Lest thy master kneel thy slave — 
Nay, too late this saving feeling, 

Come thou back, — see I implore — 
See thy master low is kneeling 
Slave to thee forevermore. 


LINES FROM COLORS FLYING. 


From the low hung lights on the walls of that 
dream 

Let your gaze sweep up to the stars 
And with pride that passes for patience su¬ 
preme 

Draw your cloak o’er your wounds and 
scars. 

Then step with your old proud grace to the 
last — 

And cover still with a smile — 

The unhealed wounds from that dark, bitter 
past — 

They can bleed but a little while. 


And when you have eaten your last dry crust 
And have drained to the dregs your wine 
Oh still disdain the degrading dust — 

That is proffered for gifts di”ine. 

Look down on the tribe that kn:ws no worth 
Save the trappings and sordid gain 
Look down from the heights of a loftier birth 
Tho you've neither wealth nor a name 
Let the old blood speak through a beggar’s 
guise 

Let it flush over brow and cheek 
Let it flash disdain from your dying eyes 

When your lips have ceased to speak. — 


THOUGHT. 


Ah thought need not be held in check. 
The world controls it not — 

Could I not hold thee in this way, 

All life would be a blot; 

A blot to stain, eternal plan 
Which long ago decreed 
That when my heart had need of love, 
Th} ? soul must give it heed. 

Across the space that holds with bands 
Our clay but not our hearts 
There is no need to reach our hands 
For thought the touch imparts. 


So let yourself upon me lean 

When all the world seems drear 
For if there should be worlds between 
I could not fail to hear. — 

One sigh from thee that held my name; 

One word that breathed thy woe, 
Would call me to thy side again 

Tho none but thee should know — 
That sweeping through the realms of space 
My thought should take the word 
That ere sustains and gives thee grace 
As tho it had been heard. 









YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


379 


1897 1904 

Men and Women Identified with the News¬ 
paper World in Columbus, 1897-1904. 


PRESS. 


L. P. Stephens, General Manager. 
DeWitt C. Jones, Editor. 

W. P. Huntington, Associate Editor. 
E. C. Cook, City Editor. 


Herbert Corey, Assistant City and Political 
Editor. 

Thomas Cooper, Telegraph Editor. 

Gertrude Harrington, Society Editor. 


Virginia Thurman Cole, Features. 
Henrietta Weber, Music Critic. 

Lily Gill Derby, Art Critic. 

Helen Wright, Book Notes and Sketches. 
Lida Rose McCabe, Features. 


Louise Bower, Features. 
Mrs. Arnold Isler, Fashions. 
Mary Robson, Features. 
Harry Wadland, Artist. 
Cornelia Liggitt, Features. 


Charles H. Kipp. 
Homer C. Howard. 
Charles E. Creager. 
Carl Dearduff. 
Robert Collier. 


Edward S. Wertz 
H. C. Schumaker. 
C. T. Fritsche. 
Frank Potter. 


JOURNAL. 


Col. J. C. Ellison, 

S. G. McClure, Editor. 

E. H. Miller, Managing Editor. 
W. E. Prine, Night Editor. 


J. C. Mossgrove, City Editor. 

E. K. Rife, Political Editor. 

Nellie Elizabeth Slaughter, Society Editor. 
E. H. Hilt. 


Elise Fitch Hinman, Woman’s Clubs. 
Ella May Smith, Music Critic. 

Helen Wright, Art and Book Review. 
Lily Gill Derby, Art Critic. 


Hattie Toler, Juvenile. 

Virginia Thurman Cole, Features. 
Lida Rose McCabe, Features. 
Mary Robson McGill, Features. 


Wm. Bloomer, Cartoonist. 


Harry Westerman, Artist. 


Ed. Sims. 

Robert Ryder. 

Jack Ryder. 

T. T. Frankenberg. 
Richard Collier. 
Frank Osborne. 


Fred Myers. 
Henry Barlow. 
Geo. Crawford. 
Alex Clark. 

M. V. Copeland. 











380 


YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS. 


PRESS. 


Clarence Jones, 
Ellis Jones, 
Alfred Lee, 
Harry West, 

O. C. Riddle, 
Thomas Cooper, 


Clara Markeson, 
Jeannette Converse, 
Edith Hale. 

Tom Barron. 
Clarence Sullivan. 


JOURNAL. 


A. H. Fenwick, Managing Editor. 
J. A. Tunison, Editorial writer. 
Alice Brown, Dramatic critic. 
Doll Patterson, Society. 


A. S. Hard. 

Geo. B. Toole. 
Robert Read. 
Hartzell Caldwell. 


DISPATCH. 


W. D. Brickell, 

O. C. Hooper, 
Clarence Metters, 

V. S. Morris, 

W. W. Bond, 
Chas. M. Lewis, 
Harry Wylie, 

L. C. Haddox, 

E. S. Barnard, 
Penelope Smythe, 
George Gordon, 
Marie Isler, 
Hayes Cockins, 


James M. C. Glenn 
Geo. A. Hibbard, 
Arthur C. Johnson, 
J. H. Galbraith, 

A. C. Henney, 

M. R. Matthews, 
Geo. Atkinson, 
William Morford, 
A. C. Stevenson, 
Cary Shauck, 

Chas. A. Wickoff. 
W. C. Parsons. 

Ellen Conners. 


CITIZEN. 


Geo. W. Dun, 

Geo. Smart, 

Col. W. A. Taylor, 
J. W. Strimple, 

M. A. Dickey, 


Eugene Kerr, 

Alice Fay Potter, 
Robert Jones, 

Nan Cannon. 

T. T. Frankenberg. 


SPECIAL CORRESPONDENTS. 


Carl Landon. 

Allen Beach. 

Robert H. Stevenson. 
George Marvin. 


O. V. Shimansky. ■ 
Ben Allen. 

Hal Landon. 

Harry Blair. 











JOURNAL. 


Robert E. Wolfe, 


Harry F. Wolfe. 


PRESS. 


M. C. Daugherty, 


L. C. Parsons. 


SPECIAL CORRESPONDENTS. 

Clias. S. Bash, Alex Sands. 




“Leo” Hirsch, 

eteran German newspaperman, proprietor and editor of the Express- 
Westbote, for many years supervisor of state printing and one of the 
most prominent and popular officials. 










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